Today is Market day at Anjuna and as there is no afternoon yoga class today we (me, Sarah and Anna) decided to take off for the day. Me with my Immodium and bottle of water in hand. Not feeling great first thing this morning. However, as I watch the sunset over Anjuna beach with a chocolate milkshake (my first food all day) I'm starting to pick up. Anjuna Market was more of the same as Arombol but on a significantly larger scale. I've had a henna tatoo (don't worry Dad it only lasts for 2 weeks) and bought some brass statues. No trip to India would be complete without brass statues. I got a beautiful Green Tara, goddess of compassion, a Tibetan singing bowl and a lotus flower candle holder. The little Tibetan man gave me a seat, as I must have looked wrecked, and his 'best price'. This is a very amusing sales technique they use whereby after the initial starting numbers, they give you their best price, supposedly final, then ask you to give them your best price, which clearly will be lower than theirs. I've never liked bartering but now I'm in the swing of it, it's good fun. I even had the 17 year old jewellery selling beach girl, Sita, telling me what I was supposed to say next as I wad bartering with her over the price of the henna. Very funny.

I'm now sitting upstairs in Cafe Lilliput on Anjuna Beach watching the sun set with thudding dance/trance music beneath me. The little platform I'm sitting on is vibrating. Sarah has gone to find Anna in Cafe Tantra where we were supposed to meet her. Anna is in her 50's and the finest example of a free spirit I've ever come across. She's stunning, with a great figure for her age and two kids. However, I somehow suspect she won't turn up as planned and we'll see her tomorrow for yoga. After Indian food all week and my Delhi belly, we both went for a safe option this evening. Sarah had pizza and I had chips with the Indian version of tomato sauce - with spices. The dance music turned to reggae, a BBQ was wheeled out along with a tray of fresh fish, the sun loungers were put away and out came the low level seating and the candles. Within an instant, the beach was transformed into the Carribean. We held out on 4 taxi drivers to get our 'best price' back from the Market. The drive back was fantastic. The real India really comes alive at night and it's by the roadside where deals are made and broken. The architecture here combines colonial Portuguese churches, with Indian temples, brand new and modern, with old and ramshackle. In their attempts to be modern and embrace the west, Indians hold their old buildings with very little regard. They're quite happy to bulldoze a beautiful old one to make way for a more modern option, complete with air con and a TV. They're really big over here! People are hypnotised by them. It's a truly fantastic place to people watch and we've done plenty of that today.