We were done with the beaches. It had been lots of fun lazing on the beaches around Baga, Calingute and Anjuna, but our time there was over.
From here, it was decided that a different side to Goa needed to be seen. A look at the more traditional side of life here.
So, after a bit of haggling we found ourselves a taxi driver who drove us to the capital of the state of Goa, the town of Panaji (now known as Panjim).
This was the seat of Portuguese rule in Goa, right up until the Indian army invaded in the 60s.
Though only about 20 minutes from the beautiful beaches, Panaji didn't feel like it belonged in the same world. It was a relatively small town and it had a much more relaxed feel than the other places I had been in India.
The small size was great as it meant that a walking tour would allow us to see most of what we wanted to see here.
Firstly was a Monkey Temple. It turned out that it was next to a primary school and we were confronted by dozens of kids confused by why random foreigners were aimlessly strolling around. The main attraction was up the road though.
"Our Lady of the Immacuate Conception Church".
This large church has the prime position at the top of a hill overlooking the entire town.
It provided some nice views of the town. I was very surprised by how much it reminded me of Macau and the ruins of St.Paul's that also sit on top of a hill.
The streets of Panaji continue to hold their old world feel. They are narrow and the buildings are mostly left overs from the Portuguese rule.
It was nice to wander through these laneways, contemplating once more the ridiculous contrasts that India had thrown at us.
Every Wednesday on Anjuna beach, there are the famous beach markets.
At least I was assured that they were famous.
To be perfectly honest, I had never heard of them in my life. But since I was in the area, I thought I'd head over and have a look. The setting was nice.
In fact it was very picturesque.
The locals were out in force as were Karnatakans with their wares.
The wares of the Karnatakans were particularly impressive. The women, dressed in their full finery were a sight to behold, as they shimmered in the light.
And India being India ("TII") we were starting to get used to the bizarre sights that we came across on what seemed like a daily basis.
I knew that this was a touristy market, but it was a bit depressing being there. The Russians and Brits were everywhere, pushing and shoving their way through, demanding as always. This market wasn't a market for anyone besides tourists and the junk that was being sold was evidence of this fact.
But, it was a beautiful location, and it was pleasant to be able to wander through the stalls whilst listening to the Karnatakan musicians.
But Lian and I couldn't keep still and we needed to go exploring. Whilst the others decided that they would prefer to lounge by the pool, we set off looking for new things to see. After an early breakfast, we set off towards Fort Aguada. Starting off near Baga, we slowly walked the entire length of the beach.
After what seemed like an age (it included stops for swims and drinks), we reached the first part of the old fort.
Lots of restoration work has been done to make it look more like what it did during the time of the Portuguese in the 16th century.
Right next to part of the fort is a small section of beach, secluded away and used almost exclusively by the guests of the swanky five star resort.