|The "Old Market" in Margao.|
|My bike trip from Margao to Ponda & back.|
I passed by the Fatorda football stadium, which is the biggest stadium in Goa. There is always some sort of activity going outside the stadium, whether it is cricket, football or handball.
|Fatorda football stadium.|
|Local school practicing sports drill at the stadium.|
|Selling bed frames near the roadside.|
|Chanas being sold at the Margao Feri.|
|School children posing for their photograph.|
|The torch relay before the kick-off.|
|And the sports day is officially started.|
As I was going towards Margao, I saw a small hill just opposite the church. I have studied in this place but never bothered to climb on top of the hill. I decided to give it a try. The hill is called "Monte" (Portuguese word for Mount). The climb up is very steep which means I had to walk and push the bike all the way to the top. It is only after I reached the top that I realized there is a chapel up there - and the hill provides a panoramic view of Margao city.
|Chapel on top of Monte.|
|Panoramic view of Margao from the top of Monte.|
|Inside the Margao old market.|
|Red chillies dominate this tiny shop.|
|Traditional Goan pork sausages.|
|Vegetable stall inside the Old Market.|
|Shoe shop inside the Old Market.|
|Clothes & Accessories.|
|A shop that specialized in ladies bangles.|
|People push & shove to get through the narrow path.|
|Falooda being prepared.|
|Rain filled fields on the way to Ponda.|
The Zuari rives cuts through the village of Borim which lies between Margao & Ponda. In my younger days, we used to travel through this place once a year to attend the St. Xavier's feast in Old Goa. At that time, the only connection across this river was through the Borim bridge. Crossing the bridge was always a scary affair. The bridge was destroyed by the Portuguese when Indian army invaded Goa in 1963. The damaged portion was repaired but the result was a very rickety affair. I remember that when the bus approached the bridge, all the passengers had to get out from the bus and walk across the bridge while the empty bus slowly made its progress behind the passengers.
The bridge is now in ruins - replaced by a new bridge. I decide to check out the ruins and luckily, there was nobody around to stop me.
|The broken bridge is blocked by the wall.|
|Edge of the broken Borim bridge.|
|Scenic view of a stream from the new Borim bridge.|
|Mining barges passing through the Zuari river.|
|Bridge that predates the old Borim bridge.|
I traveled to Ponda, where I had a nice South Indian Thali lunch at Cafe Bhosle, and then headed back to Margao. The entire journey took me around 7 hours.