Beloved --
Having been warned off the early morning visit to the Wednesday flea market in Anjuna ("the prices are too high in the morning. Wait until they're packing up," said the concierge), I walk several kms north to the hippie enclaves of Vagator and Chapora.
A red dusty road winding north past the local school, several Israeli guest houses and a few "hotels" with signage in Russian. (I always knew that my three years of college 'ruskii yazik' would come in handy, but I never thought I would be deciphering "ayurveda" and "massage" from Cyrilic.
The twin villages ar a pleasant down-shift from Anjuna--no hustling taxis, which BTW are motorcycles here, or shops full of trinkets and "OM" logo fabrics.
Overlooking the two towns is an abandoned Portugese fort dating back to 1517 or so. I climb up to the hilltop from the Vagator (SW) side and soak up the view. The decent down the east side is more treacherous. I do take a stumble which later requires a trip to the pharmacy for hydrogen peroxide and mercurechrome. I have now had my three requisite "Well, I almost died" stories from this trip to SW/SE Asia.
I miss you and love you all,
Jim
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