My journey is already almost in the middle, and the time goes a way too fast!
P.S. Over all this joy was too premature, but still partly justified. There are differences in milks. Indian milk seems to be, how should I put it – more friendly than Finnish? It may be, ’cause it comes from a buffalo.
Here in Goa, where Hindus, Muslims and Christians live in peace as neighbours, the Christians, Catholics, celebrate the Christmas on 25.12. That means only for one day.
And the celebration started with wonderful fireworks on the beach at midnight, when the Christmas Eve turned to Christmas Day. The beach was full of partying tourists, and in Baga they were mostly Indian.
During the days between Christmas and New Year, the local police was numerously employed in directing the traffic, ’cause the streets and roads were so full, especially in the evening and night time.
I’m sure many unlucky people had to change their new year on the road in a stopped line of motorvehicles.
And so it was then, that I was well in time on Baga beach before the year changed and the place was swarming with people and the atmosphere was joyos. Here in Goa the men really dare to dance and enjoy of it. When the year changed the fireworks were something I’ve never seen before. They were even more magnificent than in Christmas. Wherever you turned your head you saw splendid fireworks cracking, and this show lasted for half an hour. People weren’t saving money when doing this.
The music was roaring, the sea was roaring and a stir ran through the crowd every once and a while.
This I say because when a young man, who had lost his friends, asked me to guard his big and heavy black bag for ten minutes, the time he’d look out for his friends, and I kindly agreed to do that, I was scolded by locals. I had to leave the possible bombbag there and go away. I thought it was a bit exaggerated, but I guess that in the end it’s better be safe than sorry.
But the Bamboo Forest was empty. The raves and parties alike seem to be very much stopped here by the authorities. The open-air-culture seems to be changing to a club-culture, since some new clubs have come.
Well, since I was in Anjuna, I thought to go to Club Paradiso then, but inside there they said that the entrance fee was Rs 1500. I could have paid that prize in the New Year Eve early in the night, as all the food and drinks were included in the prize (that means only about 25e all night out), but not at two o’clock in the morning. So I went to Matrix (a club surrounded by water in Anjuna) and from there I came back to Baga, and ended up to one fully crowded restaurant by the street, where everyone spent the beginning of this year nicely until six o’clock, till the sunrise… And just on 4th of January the morninpaper Navhind Times informed us, that a Party Smart has been developed. That is a pill for party goers preventing hangovers resulting from alcohol.. Well well, I’ll report you on this miracle more, if I get this herby product in guestion in my hand.
Day before yesterday came the tv and the refrigerator is under repair at the moment, since it made such a loud noise and froze everything from juice to ketchup – Believe me, it’s not funny to wake up thirsty in the morning and find the waterbottles in the fridge frozen to big icecubes.
I found an excellent shop of artmaterials in Panjim, so now I only need to find joggingshoes for the morning seashorewalks, and the everyday life shall begin to flow.
Though it may be that the routine can not begin until next year, considering the Christmas and New Year soon to be. I’ve heard stories about all the Goan hotels and guesthouses being totally full during that time and the action being very festive. Even last year, when the rest of India was grieving over the victims of tsunami, were fireworks constantly cracking in Goa.
Whereas the health is concerned, I’ve been well until last weekend, though I forgot to take my antimalarialmedicines at one point and mosquitos are too common here, and though I’ve eaten outside home near everyday. Last Saturday veg.sizzler came out from up and down, when I got some sort of a foodpoisoning. Luckily the suffering didn’t last longer than 24h. Small fever with a good night sleep cured it all and little by little my appetite is coming back.
But who would have thought that you might be freezing in Goa, but then again, it is winter here also. At this time of the year ac is totally unnecessary, as well as the fan in the night time. It’s better to remember to close the windows for the night as well.
After the sun sets, you’re not warm enough without a coat and socks when you’re on the bike, if the speed is more than 20km/h. And did you know – It’s snowing in Goa also! Yes – I asked one waiter why the chairs in their beachshacks were all wet, and he explained to me with a serious face that “It’s because it’s snowing”. I had a hard time keeping my face serious, coming from the land of snow. The snow he was talking about is the dampness that condenses from the sea in the evenings during wintertime. Slightly uncomfortable moist.
Day before yesterday I visited the local artacademy Kala Academy’s students’ exhibition is Panjim. That exhibition was a part of the recent festival of Visual Arts & Theatre. Some time ago there was also the Fontainhas Art Festival in Panjim, where the artists had their exhibitions in fine old houses. I would have wanted to see that exhibition, but I didn’t have time.
Well, what else. Mood is positive, though I didn’t get the fullfillment of dreams, my own house with my own garden in Anjuna, near the sea and with own beachshack, ’cause I was half an hour late. That story is long, but to make it short: only half an hour late (and some people are liars here). At this point I’d like to remember one of my favourite sayings: Whatever happens, happens for the good.
Anyway, I like my current house a lot. This house is surrounded by palm trees, and when the wind plays their leaves, it sounds almost the same as with aspen leaves, which happens to be my favourite music back in Finland. On top of this all these exotic birds that keep on singing almost without a break. (Only these crows I mind a little sometimes.) You can’t hear the sea to the balcony during daytime, only in the nights, but it takes only four minutes to walk there. (And when I learn to drive the scooter, I shall be there in one minute! – Only today I was learning to drive it, in a small street 5km/h, but don’t tell my Ma! And no, I haven’t planned to go to the mainroads with the scooter. The Indian traffic is well known to be chaotic, and on top of it it’s leftsided. Though all the mainroads here have just had a new asphalt surface, and the bettering in comfortability during driving is remarkable.)
My “home”beachshack is also nice, peaceful, good service and good food, nothing to complain about. Location is excellent and the beach is not overcrowded. There is for example Italian and French tourists. Nice place for sunsets.
So I don’t mind being here at all.
Greetings to home-Finland, Merry Christmas & Happy New Year for everybody!
Also I heard that some days ago in Baga, a Finnish couple had gone swimming far to the sea, but the woman never came back. Strong undercurrents had taken her. Everybody have been warned about those undercurrents, but still you get to see some reckless people who go far to this Arabian Sea swimming.Also one of these days you were able to hear Piirpauke in one beachshack. It because of my cd. And from the radio I happened to hear The Rasmus. They had a gig in Mumbai in the beginning of December.
P.S. On some beachshacks there were flags of various countries waving through the whole touristseason. When it came till the end of the season, sun had faded the colours of the flags and the wind had torn all them flags into rags. All except one, which stood out being the only totally whole, shining in bright blue-and-white colours. Yes. That was the Finnish flag, flag of my homecountry. (See the pic.)