A woman climbs the steps of the Church of Srª da Imaculada Conceição, one of the most impressive religious monuments in Panjim.
blessed shoes
Shoes of participants in a traditional Hindu wedding taking place in the late afternoon in the vicinity of Anjuna.
The head
Young girl is carrying a bucket loaded over the sunset and in one of the central streets of Panjim, the Goan capital.
divine rocks
Sculpture of Shiva accompanied by a turtle during low tide on Vagator beach, near Anjuna.
bathing games
Children create stylish positions on the sandy beach of Goa, having great fun.
another goa
Boat passes by an old jetty on an inlet on the outskirts of Panjim, Goa.
A Hindu Wedding
Couple during a marriage ceremony in the vicinity of Anjuna, and according to the sacred and colorful precepts of the Hindu religion.
Sellers and bathing cows
Goan cloth sellers skirt cows in sacred repose on a sandy beach north of Anjuna.
colonial grandeur
The church of Nossa Srª da Conceição, highlighted in immaculate white against the strong blue color over the capital of Goa.
"Little Business"
Girls try to sell bright rags to customers at a beach restaurant, balanced on a very irregular slab of rock.
in a ceremonial trance
A participant in a wedding taking place in Anjuna sings a Hindu chant absorbed in the spirituality of her religion.
Lodging Republic
The peculiar facade of the old República hotel, in the Goan capital Panjim.
under the covers
Scarf and cloth sellers take a break from their tour of the beaches and pose for photography.
A sudden longing for Indo-Portuguese tropical heritage makes us travel in various transports but almost non-stop, from Lisbon to the famous Anjuna beach. Only there, at great cost, were we able to rest.
Text: Marco C. Pereira
Images: Marco C. Pereira-Sara Wong
Winter remains harsh in the tuga homeland and generates a sudden desire to escape to another cozier side of the world.
Seventeen hours after take-off from a frigid Portela, we landed in sultry Mumbai. Blessed by the city's fluid traffic at this late hour, we quickly proceeded to Central Station.
The Long Rail Stretch between Bombay and Goa
There are several hours before the departure of the mandovi express but there is not a single room or business open at the station. With no alternative, we installed ourselves against the wall of a bordering platform, as abstracted as possible from the rats' incursions into the gloomy, oily depression in which the rails rested.
The composition starts shortly after sunrise. We celebrate the fact that the seats bounce like a blessing from Shiva. Once the luggage is accommodated, we land diagonally.
We only woke up hundreds of kilometers later, on the threshold of the state of Maharashtra and with that of Goa announcing itself.
"Old Goa, Anjuna, Panjim?" other passengers asked us to leave at the right station. We leave the train at the Old Goa station and, with darkness creeping in, we transfer in a white Ambassador to an inn named Punan, located on the Anjuna seafront.
Tropical Seaside and Anjuna Backpacker
That night, we still had a look at a rehearsal of rave parties in the vicinity. There was a full moon but the event lacked trance and the incessant approaches of sellers of everything ended up convincing us to return to the new rooms.
The first awakening in Goa is rewarded with an invigorating breakfast on an elevated terrace. We enjoy the meal with pleasure and tranquility. Not as much as we wanted.
Girls try to sell bright rags to customers at a beach restaurant, balanced on a very irregular slab of rock.
It is with surprise that we hear female voices coming from below: “Little business, sir, madam!” just a little business.” Intrigued, we peeked over the balcony and discovered two young saleswomen on the porous black slab. They carry open cloths above their heads.
Teenagers intensify the appeal. "Very good cloth, madam. Please tell me a good price!”. By that time, we were giving absolute priority to the inaugural dive in the Arabian Sea. The wish would not take long to come true.
Sculpture of Shiva accompanied by a turtle during low tide on Vagator beach, near Anjuna.
The rough sands of Goa and the Arabian Sea
After a long bath and a conviviality lying on the Anjuna beach, our appetite comes back to us. We bought pineapple kebabs and sweetened the morning even more. It is, again, short-lasting sunshine.
Indian cows, sacred like all, superb beach queens smell the sweet aroma of the fruit in the air.
In a flash, we have them with their snouts close to their faces, making up what was left of the snack. Its persistence becomes such that it forces us to rise from the fray.
Instigated by the battle won, those bathing cattle chase us as we run around, skewers at our fingertips.
We got far enough away to discourage them and took advantage of the swing to walk along the coast to the north. Also to those sides, more saleswomen and more cows would star in reproductions of the previous scenes.
Goan cloth sellers skirt cows in sacred repose on a sandy beach north of Anjuna.
Revenge is not intentional but, with proper authorization, we join a Hindu wedding so that, without any real warning or invitation, it summons us.
In a photographic way, we disturb him as much as we can.
Couple during a marriage ceremony in the vicinity of Anjuna, and according to the sacred and colorful precepts of the Hindu religion.
Secret Files. Mulder & Scully at an Unexpected Cinema in Goa
We had to wait for the dark night and for the retreat from the terrace of Punan guest house to feel an undisputed peace. This time, for a change, we're the ones to stop it.
An intriguing glare flickers in the air. It doesn't seem to have the party pattern rave it's not even time for it. We decided to investigate. We found an almost full modular amphitheater. Even though we're not big fans, we find ourselves following an old episode of the X-Files series, projected on a giant white sheet.
In the heart of Anjuna, under a hyperstarry firmament, sweating from the heat of the Goan summer, among haughty coconut trees and other attributes of Indian tropicalism, we accompanied the duo Mulder & Scully in “Ice”, an esoteric adventure set in the grandiose arctic setting of Alaska.
But we were at fault with the Portugality of Goa. In the middle of the next morning, we rented a motor scooter and moved to Panjim.
In the capital, we wander through alleys with names as familiar as some of ours, go up to Altinho and to the church of Nª Srª da Imaculada Conceição.
Ao Deus Dará, through the streets of the Capital Pangim
In the neighborhoods of Fontainhas and São Tomé, we speak to several inhabitants with lighter complexions, olive green eyes and other shades, previously uncommon in those parts of India that only the Portuguese historical presence can justify.
Young girl is carrying a bucket loaded over the sunset and in one of the central streets of Panjim, the Goan capital.
One or two older natives dare to exemplify their rusty mastery of our language and even express some nostalgia for the already distant colonial past. “What I can tell you is that we all had a good life together, a Mr. Lourenço assures us”.
The Indian government disagrees, fulfills its role and continues to rescue the territory from the former landlords. It recently announced the enactment of a law confiscating Portuguese property in Goa. The decision still needs to be talked about.
The city's enterprising souls prefer to profit from the cultural legacy. We found it on one of the cruise ships on the Mandovi River. In addition to the crew, a battalion of Indian men and dozens of women from saris.
“Malhão, Malhão” and Other Portuguese Successes, Rio Mandovi Up
We had barely settled in when the hosts start a show that includes interpretations of Anglophone, Indian folk songs. And also Portuguese.
All passengers – us much more than the rest – are surprised by an imitation of a folklore ranch with an Indo-Minho look. Amazement turns to apprehension and, soon, to dread when they summon us to a distorted "Malhão, Malhão".
Indian men, on the other hand, rejoice when their turn comes. After the live performances are over, the animators loudly shout some Bollywoodesque success. As soon as he recognizes him, the mob hurls itself from the tables onto the dance floor.
As if they were all born Shahrukh Khans or other Mumbai idols, they squirm, waving their arms and hands back and forth, up and down wildly. And they emulate, in a delicious onboard ecstasy, the choreographies that they spent their lives admiring.
The women in the group, these, just watch.
On another afternoon, we passed through Old Goa and examined the majestic ecclesiastical heritage left there by our nation of adventurers, discoverers and missionaries, in particular the Basilica of Bom Jesus where lies the body of St. Francis de Xavier, the Apostle of the East.
Departure in Distress for Cochin
When we realized that the train we had to take south was passing the local station in three hours, we went into distress mode.
We ran off to deliver the scooter and got a taxi that was waiting for us at the inn while we hurriedly stuff everything into our backpacks. We pay for the stay and let the driver of this new Ambassador know that he has to follow through.
The man insists on proving to us the quality of those classics. It almost flies into the interior of Goa. Along the way, we still brag about the music on his museum car radio. We ended up buying the tape from you.
Upon arrival, we see Netravati Express already gaining momentum. We still got him. Fifteen hours later, we were admitted to Cochin.
The prominent city of Goa already justified the title of “rome of the east” when, in the middle of the XNUMXth century, epidemics of malaria and cholera led to its abandonment. The New Goa (Pangim) for which it was exchanged became the administrative seat of Portuguese India but was annexed by the Indian Union of post-independence. In both, time and neglect are ailments that now make the Portuguese colonial legacy wither.
It was fortified in 1791 by the Portuguese who expelled the Arabs from the Quirimbas and seized their trade routes. It became the 2nd Portuguese outpost on the east coast of Africa and later the capital of the province of Cabo Delgado, Mozambique. With the end of the slave trade at the turn of the XNUMXth century and the passage from the capital to Porto Amélia, Ibo Island found itself in the fascinating backwater in which it is located.
Guwahati is the largest city in the state of Assam and in North East India. It is also one of the fastest growing in the world. For Hindus and devout believers in Tantra, it will be no coincidence that Kamakhya, the mother goddess of creation, is worshiped there.
We arrived at the northern threshold of West Bengal. The subcontinent gives way to a vast alluvial plain filled with tea plantations, jungle, rivers that the monsoon overflows over endless rice fields and villages bursting at the seams. On the verge of the greatest of the mountain ranges and the mountainous kingdom of Bhutan, for obvious British colonial influence, India treats this stunning region by Dooars.
Gangtok it is the capital of Sikkim, an ancient kingdom in the Himalayas section of the Silk Road, which became an Indian province in 1975. The city is balanced on a slope, facing Kanchenjunga, the third highest elevation in the world that many natives believe shelters a paradise valley of Immortality. Their steep and strenuous Buddhist existence aims, there, or elsewhere, to achieve it.
The unpredictability of rivers in the wettest region on Earth never deterred the Khasi and the Jaintia. Faced with the abundance of trees elastic fig tree in their valleys, these ethnic groups got used to molding their branches and strains. From their time-lost tradition, they have bequeathed hundreds of dazzling root bridges to future generations.
150 km of solitude north of the matriarch São Tomé, the island of Príncipe rises from the deep Atlantic against an abrupt and volcanic mountain-covered jungle setting. Long enclosed in its sweeping tropical nature and a contained but moving Luso-colonial past, this small African island still houses more stories to tell than visitors to listen to.
With the arrival of Vasco da Gama in the extreme south-east of Africa, the Portuguese took over an island that had previously been ruled by an Arab emir, who ended up misrepresenting the name. The emir lost his territory and office. Mozambique - the molded name - remains on the resplendent island where it all began and also baptized the nation that Portuguese colonization ended up forming.
The conflict with Pakistan and the threat of terrorism made filming in Kashmir and Uttar Pradesh a drama. In Ooty, we see how this former British colonial station took the lead.
In 1565, the Hindu empire of Vijayanagar succumbed to enemy attacks. 45 years before, he had already been the victim of the Portugueseization of his name by two Portuguese adventurers who revealed him to the West.
On the eminence of the coast of Mozambique, the province of KwaZulu-Natal is home to an unexpected South Africa. Deserted beaches full of dunes, vast estuarine swamps and hills covered with fog fill this wild land also bathed by the Indian Ocean. It is shared by the subjects of the always proud Zulu nation and one of the most prolific and diverse fauna on the African continent.
In full Annapurna Circuit, we finally arrived in Manang (3519m). we still need acclimatize to the higher stretches that followed, we inaugurated an equally spiritual journey to a Nepalese cave of Milarepa (4000m), the refuge of a siddha (sage) and Buddhist saint.
In a city rebuilt in Art Deco and with an atmosphere of the "crazy years" and beyond, the adequate means of transportation are the elegant classic automobiles of that era. In Napier, they are everywhere.
It's almost 30 degrees and the glaciers are melting. In Alaska, entrepreneurs have little time to get rich. Until the end of August, dog mushing cannot stop.
Champoton, in Campeche, hosts a fair honored by the Virgén de La Concepción. O rodeo Mexican under local sombreros reveals the elegance and skill of the region's cowboys.
In 1900, the economic capital of the Antilles was envied for its Parisian sophistication, until the Pelée volcano charred and buried it. More than a century later, Saint-Pierre is still regenerating.
There are more than 5 million ultra-tech light boxes spread across the country and many more exuberant cans and bottles of appealing drinks. The Japanese have long since stopped resisting them.
The ksour were built as fortifications by the Berbers of North Africa. They resisted Arab invasions and centuries of erosion. Every year, the Festival of the Ksour pays them the due homage.
Banned in much of the First World, cockfighting thrives in the Philippines where they move millions of people and pesos. Despite its eternal problems, it is the sabong that most stimulates the nation.
Not only the time of year and in advance with which we book flights, stays, etc. influence the cost of a trip. The payment methods we use at destinations can make a big difference.
Lifou is the island in the middle of the three that make up the semi-francophone archipelago off New Caledonia. In time, the Kanak natives will decide if they want their paradise independent of the distant metropolis.
In the discovery of the Caucasus, we explore Uplistsikhe, a troglodyte city that preceded Georgia. And just 10km away, in Gori, we find the place of the troubled childhood of Joseb Jughashvili, who would become the most famous and tyrant of Soviet leaders.
The imagery of the paradisiacal South Pacific is unquestionable in Samoa, but its tropical beauty does not pay the bills for either the nation or the inhabitants. Anyone who visits this archipelago finds a people divided between subjecting themselves to tradition and the financial stagnation or uprooting themselves in countries with broader horizons.
Jukka “Era-Susi” Nordman has created one of the largest packs of sled dogs in the world. He became one of Finland's most iconic characters but remains faithful to his nickname: Wilderness Wolf.
In 1964, Katsura Morimura delighted the Japan with a turquoise novel set in Ouvéa. But the neighboring Île-des-Pins has taken over the title "The Nearest Island to Paradise" and thrills its visitors.
By geological whim, Sorvagsvatn is much more than the largest lake in the Faroe Islands. Cliffs with between thirty to one hundred and forty meters limit the southern end of its bed. From certain perspectives, it gives the idea of being suspended over the ocean.
Heiress of the Soviet civilization, aligned with the great Russia, Armenia allows itself to be seduced by the most democratic and sophisticated ways of Western Europe. In recent times, the two worlds have collided in the streets of your capital. From popular and political dispute, Yerevan will dictate the new course of the nation.
We woke up in Chame, still below 3000m. There we saw, for the first time, the snowy and highest peaks of the Himalayas. From there, we set off for another walk along the Annapurna Circuit through the foothills and slopes of the great mountain range. towards Upper Pisang.
In 1743, several earthquakes razed one of the most charming pioneer colonial cities in the Americas. Antigua has regenerated but preserves the religiosity and drama of its epic-tragic past.
Despite his notoriety in the antipodes, Ian Channell, the New Zealand sorcerer, failed to predict or prevent several earthquakes that struck Christchurch. At the age of 88, after 23 years of contract with the city, he made very controversial statements and ended up fired.
In search of attractive coastlines in old Indochina, we become disillusioned with the roughness of Nha Trang's bathing area. And it is in the feminine and exotic work of the Hon Khoi salt flats that we find a more pleasant Vietnam.
The Catholic equivalent of Our Lady of Fátima, Our Lady of Guadalupe moves and moves Mexico. Its faithful cross the country's roads, determined to bring the proof of their faith to the patroness of the Americas.
We depart Fianarantsoa at 7a.m. It wasn't until 3am the following morning that we completed the 170km to Manakara. The natives call this almost secular train Train Great Vibrations. During the long journey, we felt, very strongly, those of the heart of Madagascar.
After some time in the great Ghanaian capital ashanti we crossed the country to the border with Togo. The reasons for this long journey were the kente, a fabric so revered in Ghana that several tribal chiefs dedicate a sumptuous festival to it every year.
Say that Tokyo do not sleep is an understatement. In one of the largest and most sophisticated cities on the face of the Earth, twilight marks only the renewal of the frenetic daily life. And there are millions of souls that either find no place in the sun, or make more sense in the “dark” and obscure turns that follow.
The name of the Tortuguero region has an obvious and ancient reason. Turtles from the Atlantic and the Caribbean Sea have long flocked to the black sand beaches of its narrow coastline to spawn. On one of the nights we spent in Tortuguero we watched their frenzied births.
Kauai is the greenest and rainiest island in the Hawaiian archipelago. It is also the oldest. As we explore its Napalo Coast by land, sea and air, we are amazed to see how the passage of millennia has only favored it.
