India: WEEK TWO part 2.

After some hesitation, and then a game of follow the leader the four of us slowly drove our jetskis into the center of the huge tanker. Wow! I must say that that is an experience I won't soon forget. The inside of the old rusted ship seemed erie and dangerous (which I am sure it was) but had the four of us in complete kid mode. The deck above was falling apart and there were huge chunk of rusted metal hanging just a few feet above our heads. The 50 yard area quickly filled up with smoke from the skis. All the while I was just waiting for someone to come screaming from above telling us to leave. they never did. Grins on our faces and jetskis on idle, we did our best to take some photographs and after cruising in circles for a good ten minutes we made our way back out into the sea. Once we returned the jetskis, high on life, we made our way to the SATURDAY NIGHT MARKET!

The saturday night market is the single most interesting thing I have ever experienced in my life. One might say that being 25, that doesnt seem so incredible but I have been lucky enough to carry a bag full of experiences at a very young age. The market is a sort of festival, flea market, outdoor barbecue, boozefest that goes on every saturday for some 8 months of the year. People from literally all around the world bring their families and trades or goods to live in Goa for the tourist season and make enough money to survive until doing it again next year. The market is huge and easily covers four football fields with shacks and selling stations offering everything from tea and spices to leather coats and fancy shawls. The only rule is that there are no rules. This hippiesh feeling of escaping the world around you and celebrating life seemed present for everyone in attendance. There were dreadlocked men from poland and bald young mothers from Russia all sharing beers, street snacks, and smiles til four in the morning.I even think I saw Crocadile Dundee with a sloppy drunken women trying to dance in front of the music stage. Every race and religion mixed amongst the thousands of people gathered at the market to bargain and enjoy live music from the reggae bands. There were fire dancers, crystal ball jugglers, bellydancers and lots of salesmen. The market is all about the bargain and its hard bargaining when prices are so cheap but the dealing is half of the fun. The only thing that doesnt have a negotiable price at the market is BEER. So we made sure to pay full price for the beer and spent the next 3 hours making sure we hit every stall in search of real saffron, local teas, bed sheets, shawls and clothes. By the end of the night we were exhausted and had truly realized one of the most beautiful things about India. Its Markets...