I’ve found my Goan oasis away from the crowds of Candolim – Anjuna. As you will know if you’ve had a read of my first ‘Postcards Home’ post (if you haven’t, check it out here), my first impressions of Goa were mixed.
However, on Wednesday afternoon, in an attempt to escape the crowds and find some culture, we headed to Anjuna flee market – a huge market that lines the streets of Anjuna every Wednesday from 8.30am til late.
Selling everything from embroided pashminas, elephant embellished wall hangings and colourful, traditional puppets to intricate trinkets, aromatic spices and beautiful necklaces, earrings and rings, it is the perfect place to pick up a few souvenirs or, have a wander and soak up the picturesque surroundings.
After resisting to buy every Buddha, necklace, ring and scarf on offer, we emerged onto the palm-tree laden beach.
Known as the hippie haven of Goa, Anjuna really does live up to its reputation. With scenic mountains and palm trees as its backdrop, beach shacks playing chilled out music and serving fresh Goan food and rental, bamboo huts strewn in Buddha printed blankets, it was the epitome of how I had envisioned Southern India.
Backpackers of all ages (including retired couples) flaunting impressive dreadlocks and tie dye clothing filled the beach shacks drinking Kingfisher beers and exchanging travelling tales, whilst others indulged in fresh coconuts as the crowds dispersed and the sun began to set.
We found a cute beach shack, pigged out on a scrumptious dinner of fish curry and chapati and admired the crimson sunset as it melted behind the horizon… absolute bliss.