From the air, Goa is colour. An endless palette: green on green, blue, brown and grey. We are soon walking out of the small aircraft and past the terracotta figures, the sleeping dogs, and the small group of taxi drivers chattering softly. Now we are in a "Maruti Omni" taxi, along the river and then on the long narrow road to Baga. And all around us, on the ground, Goa is still endless colour, green on green, blue, brown and grey. Little children with chubby cheeks pass us on their way to the Chubby Cheeks School. Buffaloes and cows graze dreamily in the fields. A calf looks curiously around him.