We opted for a taxi ride to Anjuna so we weren't wasting valuable beach time. We weren't as impressed with Anjuna as we were with Arambol to begin with, walking down the cliff side paths with people selling the same tat as everywhere else seemed old to us. That was until we hit the bars... There is a larger expanse of sea in Anjuna and the beach is much narrower which meant laying on one of the elevated bars footons as the sun set, with the sea gently lapping metres below was quite an experience.

Another big draw for Anjuna is the famous flea market every Wednesday. We hit the stalls with our bartering heads on and came away with a smorgasboard of Indian souvenirs ranging from a red sheet with elephant patterns, a model of the hindu God Ganesh (bringer of luck) and some insense that we'd smelt everywhere and felt would be the perfect reminder of India... With nicely rouged legs (I totally forgot to put sun cream on) and a bag of goodies we found a comfy little bar with bed decks that you could chill on and finished our shopping spree off with some beers and chinese spring rolls (Goan food hadn't been up to much so we'd been eating everything else instead). Later that same evening we hit the bars again looking for the parties. We came across a rave right next to our shack which turned out to be a hardcore gabba trance rave, at 8 o'clock it seemed a bit hardcore a so ended up on a nice terrace listening to some first, debatable, RnB followed by some nice euphoric trance, just what you need of a Goan night.

I'd just like to say we never ended up going to the other trance party as it was a bit pricey and not really our cup of tea. However they certainly know how to rave to those insane BPMs as the party finally ended at 6:00 the next morning as the sun came up. It was also quite amusing seeing local women making omelettes right on stalls on the beach for the revellers.

Our last day in Anjuna we hired a moped again to go for a scoot around the nearby towns. We headed for a fort which was mebntioned in the Lonely Planet and turned out to be a real disappointment. We had to make up for it with a boat trip where we got a better view of the fort and also sacaught a glimpse of some dolphins and a place called Jimmy's Millionaire House (one day, one day...) On our way back we briefly stopped at 2 other beaches; Candolim and Baga which despite having much nicer sand were no match for Arambol and Anjuna...