Thursday, March 22, 2012

Old Goa and Churches


The Tupperware class get everywhere but this one is a bit up market.


Every so often a Royal Enfield turns up.  Lots of them all over and sounding brilliant.




Windows without glass but using shells



Panjim

Spent a day at the old Portuguese centre of Goa.  Their influence is very evident.  One of the main things I noticed was that the small alleys that would be full of filth in Delhi  here even though they are leaving building rubble outside a house the area looks decent.

There are a number of houses with odd style windows and the reason being is that there are a number of lines of thin shells to keep out the strong sunlight with tiny window in the middle to look out of if needed.



The small windows with shells for glass can be seen in the middle of these windows.




Even the small alleyways are tidier here than in Delhi.



The guide doing the guiding bit.


First stop the Oldest of the Churches. Built of the local rock which has lots of ironstone in it it is quite wear resistant.  However it is not the ort of rock you need for fine detail.  The buildings then are rather heavy in style but suited for the country.


St Xavier
One of the oldest has little by way of decoration just the whitewash interior with extra decoration provided by the altars and pulpit.








Off to one side here though is the body of St Xavior who died in China and can be seen through the glass in the coffin.  He is displayed every ten years.  Another of those that had a body that did not decay after death.  I would say that most likely it was the heat that dried him out over the years.  He looks no worse than the pharaohs.



Lovely doors



A painting of the coffin with St F in it




Bishops Palace.


The ancient wall paintings are slowly disappearing. You can see Adam and Eve at the bottom of the pic.  What I want to know is why have they got a belly button if they are the first.







This once had two towers but the one on the right collapsed.


The Viceroys Gate. The first entrance into Goa with the muslim palace on the left




Some of the last church is based on St Peters on Rome.


On the way to the temples for comparisons in styles we pass the original small chapel built by the Portuguese.


Just up the hill from it there is the massive remains of another church that would dwarf the others. Oddly no mention had been made of it.  Must do a google on it.


Over to the temples.


One temple we are allowed inside and at both we can only photograph the outside.



 like this one.  A Turtle with four animals on its back.  Pity they arent elephants as I would then know where Terry Pratchett got the idea. :-)



Goa

Its a lot warmer than Mumbai.

The road in front of the hotel can let two buses pass if its clear. If a bus stops to let passengers off then the rest of the traffic swarms over it and if there are two buses stopped the motorbikes get apoplectic on the hooters.

Twice a day the elephants - two of them - go wandering up the road to carry out photographic work. They have sudhi with them that charge   people to have pics taken with the elephants.

At the weekend a couple of orphanages bring some of the children down to play at the seaside and spread the word. The beach traders use every opportunity to make a bob.  The kids get bought fruit - pineapple, banana, melon etc - for a snack.




Local transport takes a bit of getting used to.


Orphanage children playing on the beach.


Pintos Palace that isnt but very nice people run it and couldnt be more helpful


Even got candy floss (I think) but it comes in a plastic bag.



Some weekends the locals come out to play.  Most of them can't swim and the Lifeguards are forever blowing their whistle to stop them going out too far. Nasty undertow in places.




The beach almost deserted in the middle with loads of people at both ends where the road access is at the beach.



The local pub.  The Big Banana was our place of choice. Free beds and massage always available. Lovely people here as well.  At the end of the second evening I found that I had left my money in the cabin. You run a tab all the time.  No problem I was told - see you tomorrow.


The road through the apartments.


Entrance then onto the beach and Big B.


At the far end of the beach the boats get close to the shacks.


Didnt see any fish getting caught though.


A little bay behind the shacks.




Another hard day ends at the beach.


A political rally under-way.


The election was in several weeks and the bars, shacks etc all had to stop serving alcohol at 2300 (later it was down to 2200) and the bars etc would all close down.  Much muttering by the local businesses.


While you have nothing to do on the sunbeds the manicurist does the rounds


The cabin.


The shop on the right sells Original Fakes.







Nice to see the Chitchat wandering about

More beach days and a belly ache or two.