“Trust me, it’s paradise. This is where the hungry come to feed. For mine is the generation that travels the globe and searches for something we haven’t tried before. So never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite & never outstay the welcome. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience…
Goa, the name makes me think of gentle trance music drifting over distant shores which are enveloped in white sand and sparkling shells. In reality, Goa is still India. ‘Gentle’ music is blasted from ill-equipped speakers competing with blaring horns from busses spewing black diesel filth. The smells are still Indian, of spices and masala, incense and oils, all mixed in air polluted with god-knows-what. All of this should create intense opportunities for Street Photography.
In reality Goa is less photographic that I thought it would be. Maybe I am being lulled into a deep sense of relaxation, unable to pick up my camera in the face of a startling large (and rather good) pile of novels. In a sense Goa has become another tourist beach strip. Restaurants promise every cuisine on earth (the menus in English and Russian), and the beaches are filled with offers for cheap and sandy massages. Don’t get me wrong, I love a cheap and sandy massage as much as the next person, and I have managed to hunt down the best Goan fish curry the world has ever known.
Returning to photography. Goa has been a place to relax and rejuvenate, and my camera has rarely seen so little action. This is a good thing, taking a break gives room for inspiration. However, today I finished my fourth novel and I am now primed for an afternoon of Street Photography. My camera batteries are charged, memory cards formatted, and my family have been warned to stay away. This afternoon my state of relaxation will change to one of a highly focused Street Photographer. I will bring home the bacon.
On the other hand I may grab a cold beer, sit by the pool and start reading ‘The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared.’ Anyway, I have not been completely useless, as the attached photos hopefully show.
That all folks, keep clicking
PS. If you are interested, the best book read so far this holiday is ‘Home Fire,’ by Kamila Shamsie.