60s to 2004 hows it changed???

Joph

Reminds me of being in a town called Kollur last year. I rented a room in a private house and nicely put my rubbish into a garbish bucket inside my room. Then one morning the cleaning lady came and insisted on doing my room. I agreed, just to make her happy, and waited for her to finish the job. After sweeping the floor she took up the garbish bucket and just threw the contents out of my room by the window at the back side of the house, where it was added at the rubbish being already there. I really felt astonished, but at the same time told my self "what else did you expected?". ;-)

Mikki

Hi Dragon!
Thanks for the great info!! I'll check those websites - I'm sure they'll awaken my nostalgia.
At that time, we didn't need government permission. We just went there and if they had space, it was OK.

TonyGreg

Sorry Cyberhippie, I just posted this reply without the quote so I am reposting it. (Had an 'old person' moment there).

I knew Gabe on the Isle of Wight in the '70s. He originally came from London but his mum lived on the Island. If I remember correctly he used to travel back and forth to India at that time. He would spend a few months here visiting her, whilst importing and selling dope to raise the money to go back. I think she died in the late '70s and Gabe never returned again. I would occasionally hear reports of him being sighted in Goa. I also heard that he died. He was a nice guy.

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machadinha

Just thanking Peak who pointed to this thread somewhere else just now. & Thought it could do with a bump again. Great read

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Canada Paul

Ditto. Thanks, PeakXV. This thread is fantastic! I am bathed in memories now. Here I am, 51 years old. I spent less than 2 years in India, more than 30 years ago. That short amount of time in that magic place contributed about 50% to the person that I am today.
Does that make sense?

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capt_mahajan

Yes, it does.

Its the intensity of an experience which changes us, not the duration.

Canada Paul

Does anybody remember any of these people, places or experiences?:
Big, tall Dale; Alejandro the Great; Hollywood Peter; Dutch Hank; the two Turks - Nazif and Bourhan, Sitaram and Mary; a group of Brits in a psychadelic bus; the Americans from Mendocino, CA; the Non-Reservation Compartment on an Indian Train; booking a long distance phone call and sitting in the waiting room for several hours until your call went through; the Anjuna Town Drunk fell down a well; Ming and Helga; Charley and Glynnis; Black Bob; a Canadian named Graham; a Franch girl named Regine.
That's all for now. The list goes on and on. Have I triggered any recollections?

wonderwomanusa

Yes, I recall Alejandro very well; I lived with him for a while in Baga-Calangute, and again in Kabul. Amazing fellow! I last heard of him around 1985; he was back in Spain.

If you knew Blind George, he died a few years ago, in Mexico. And Bombay Brian is in the Pacific Northwest, somewhere.

NeeliAankhen

And I remember receiving such calls -- trunk calls -- from people in India in the 60s. You would schedule a phone call by letter-writing. (On paper!!)

Nick-H

Wow!

I can remember the days in UK when one had to book an international call, but at least it was done by phone !

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NeeliAankhen

I can't tell if that is a joke or if I didn't say it very well --anyhow I meant - when somebody was going to call me from India, he would write me a letter to tell me when he was going to do it, and then I'd wait for the call.

jyotirmoy

On the deck of the boat that used to sail from Bombay to Goa...
Crossing Baga river when the tide allowed, walking up the cliff and then walk to meet friends in Anjuna.....
No blaring trance music....
No Papaya seller on the beach...
The casurina groves in Calangute....
Back pack stored in Juli's shack....
Sleeping night after night on the beach.....
And did some one say that Goa is not a place but a state of mind?

Nick-H

Ahhh... I'm afraid that I really was thinking along lines of
Why did I so easily jump to this conclusion?

Well... I have to write a letter to BSNL this week to upgrade my broadband connection...

Canada Paul

When someone was leaving Goa on the boat to Bombay, as a last goodbye they/we would use a mirror to reflect the sunlight onto the beach, and the people on the beach would return the flash back to the boat with their own mirrors.

Certainly the music has changed, but not the parties, especially the full moon parties. There was a big sign on Anjuna Beach, a little way down from the stage that said "Rock and Roll Saved My Soul".

As far as Goa being a state of mind, I remember another sign hanging on the wall of one of the beachfront Chai Shops that said, "What Am I Doing In A State Of Consciousness Where This Is Real?". Is that deep or what? Some of us were really be-goggled in those days. Is it still like that today? From everything that I've been reading here lately about what it's like in Anjuna nowadays, I can't imagine either of those signs being there today.

jyotirmoy

I went to Goa this November after decades and I simply couldn't believe what I saw.

A 24 hour supermarket near Baga
The casurina groves practically gone from Calangute
Water scooters and paragliding have made the fishing boats disappear.
There is not an inch of vaccant space along the road from Calangute to Baga.
Authentic Goan food just impossible to find.

The list could be endless.