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A few pictures of 'The Silver Express' and other transport outside the Lomir Motel at Baga Beach.

Chris Kausman and Martin Jackson

The Penn Overland bus and Percy's taxi

The local Mapusa buses

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Baga Beach, the way it looked in the 70's......

Construction of the additional first floor of the Lomir about to take place. Fishing boats in the estuary.

Houses and the cafe in the coconut palms, between the beach and the road.



Looking back up the Baga river from the opposite bank
The pinky-red rock in the foreground is volcanic and found just beneath the surface of the sand. It is the staple building material and locals 'quarry' it and cut it into breezeblock-sized bricks. It is used for all the building work. Roughly hewn blocks make up all the stonework for perimeter or 'holding' walls all over Goa.
You can see piles of the blocks in two of the top photos in this section.

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Anjuna market

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Vagator

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Calangute

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Bagmalo

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Old friends at Baga......

Nune Andrade ----------------------------------------Rod----------------------------------------------------Narayan

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inside the Silver 'shrine'....

...myself and Dave, planning the next move!

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The Bottom Line....

Latrine attendant

There weren't any toilets on any of the beach areas back in the 70's. Scattered around were cubicles made of three panels of woven palm leaves, sometimes a roof, sometimes a door, erected on a stone plinth. You would climb the steps, go inside, and squat over a wide slot in the floor. Before you even reached the top step, the pigs would be rushing over to fight for the best place at the base of the latrine, squealing and screaming in a frenzy to devour whatever you were about to deliver them.
The story was that there were so many junkees living on Anjuna beach that even the pigs suffered from withdrawals.

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On the road to Bombay....

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elephant stop in Bihar

this is the background picture on all the pages

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.....sunset on the road from Bhairawa to Gorakhpur

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the 'Express' outside the Taj Mahal

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Mike Acker's Neoplan & The Silver Express in Connaught Circus ....

now tilt your head to the right and you can see Rod's bus in Darbar Square ....

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....night stop in Turkey; dead stop for a 'trannie' in Afghanistan; bus stop in Kathmandu.

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The Trans Asian Shuttle Service, resting in Devon, between trips...

Good old buddy, Ken Trim, with daughter Emma.

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Alison with our eldest son, Joss. They flew out to join me in India for Christmas '76 and to celebrate Joss's first birthday in January '77.

So much to do! Sand castles ..... tyre rolling ...... bike riding....



Getting to know the neighbours . . . . .. . . . and new brother Alexander.
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Denim shirt, painstakingly embroidered by Hamid in Kathmandu . . . the design was based on the posters that I used to draw up and put in local restaurants and in the bus windows to advertise where we heading next.
The mountains, trees, waves and 'Buddha' eyes were all Hamid's inspirational additions.

Copyright. All content: Jonathan D. Benyon. 2007.

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