Potential Land of the Lost

For those who live in Toronto, they will understand this, the 'Saturday Night Market' in Goa is what it would be like if  the 'One of a Kind Craft Show' exploded. There were hundreds of tiny cubicles filled to the brim with stuff.  There were vendors of all shaped,  sizes and nationalities. When we were eating we noticed three blond  kids with numbers printed down their arms in permanet marker. We eventually figured out that it was their parents cell phone numbers in case they got lost. Although I am sure they knew the place way better than most. I do not have pictures of this because I could have been mistaken for a stalker. Paul and Biri were being very supportive, following me around, bobbing and weaving through all the people.  I knew it was like sticking needles in their eyes. I told them to go to one of the bars to enjoy some drinks while Rita and I went exploring. This way we would all have a better. Rita was impressed when I navigated around the labyrinth of alleyways to find our way back to the men. Thank goodness for cell phones. The poor cab driver had to wait until 11:30 pm for us to emerge out of the crowd. We paid him for his time and patience of course.

Vendors as far as the eye can see:

I am taking this picture at the top of the hillside overlooking tons of vendors. Most of the pathways were much more crowded that this one.  The temperature this evening was pleasent but I was sweating walking amongst all these people.  It was worht it though, I really knew I was in India.

People everywhere, all potential buyers