Earlier this week I went to Anjuna market, the great retail institution which has taken place in Goa since the very earliest days of the tourist industry here. It’s located on a sprawling site which spills down to Anjuna beach and both sellers and buyers travel from far and wide in order to beg, plead, haggle and spend money. The range of goods available is huge and colourful – mostly textiles (clothing, cushion covers, bedspreads), souvenirs, a myriad of different teas, jewellery in every imaginable style and material.
Sadly, the market site is also rife with beggars, very often women holding babies (who never ever seem to cry and in fact are completely dormant and static at all times; a fellow traveller told me that he’d heard that the babies are drugged to make them sleep – what a horrible thought if true).
Here are some of the women at work on their stalls –
El Shaddai, the charity I support in Goa, also have a stand at the market, in order to fund raise and let more people know about their work. I called in to say hello to the team and dropped off my used paperbacks (15!) so that they can sell them on their second hand books stall.
I’ve also now been to Rainbow House and visited Renuka, the little girl who I sponsor. More on that to follow – quite a long post, I think, as it was an amazing and thought provoking experience.