hello again
or should i say jallee as they say here.
i made it after waht can only be calle d fucking made run across the
hill to this odd tourist innundated place. (more about that in another
post when I have some energy.)
The trip across the zojila( the gateway from kashmir to ladakh
was rather spiffing in the front seat of a quiet nice
Indian TATA jeep.) Overnighting in the rathole was ok
I think that actually it was a fly farm!
Anyway I got up from one of my classic
i'm not going to sleep here nights to board
my rather plush looking love jeep that was going to take me over
some rediculous passes to my present location.
The jeep was full of a motley crue of ladies,indians, kashmiris and
of course my own stupid head. Things seemed to go well.
The young driver seemd ok till we got to the mad bends.
Blind overtaking on hairpins on some of the highest passes in the world
is an experience you must try. You will learn to meditate rather quickly!
Anyway, things seemed to go swimmingly untill we came down from a highish
pass. we had stopped at some typical chai stop and then the radiator decided to blow.
he had been doing to much of the old over speed, over braking, over steering and the engine had had enough.
I looked on not surprised but a tiny bit annoyed as we had another
100 klicks to Leh and the weather this side of the passes was a little shitty.
so he vanished in the jeep leaving us all. He returned within ten mins and we all boarded
to be told that it wasnt fixed and that it would take a while to get there.
Yes folks every five or ten k's we had to stopp fill the radiator back up and
cool the engine off. It got to the point where he eventually just started driving the
jeep under water falls at the side of the road in an attempt to cool it down.
Well, we got onto the to of the plains(you know the ones that you seeeon national geographical
magazine covers,) and thyen she decided to blow big time. Smoke and steam pissong out all over. It was then that many folk decided to bail out and start flagging donw other traffic. I decided to hang on in there and get to leh one way or another with my young leh driver.
so from this point on it was ten k's and then it would stop: half an hr and then we would start again. He then decided to open her up and try and cannon ball run home to leh. I.e that petrol
gauge was flashing so we had to freewheel and hope that we could make it. That is get up to 80mph and then just free wheel for as far as we could through towns and villages
back to leh. Not too bad as we had passed most of the passes.
suffice to say. I made it and am now listening to jeff buckley writing to you.
there shall be more on this blog very soon when i have slept and rested a little
stay well
miss ya
bo makalu
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
leh
hello again
or should i say jallee as they say here.
i made it after waht can only be calle d fucking made run across the
hill to this odd tourist innundated place. (more about that in another
post when I have some energy.)
The trip across the zojila( the gateway from kashmir to ladakh
was rather spiffing in the front seat of a quiet nice
Indian TATA jeep.) Overnighting in the rathole was ok
I think that actually it was a fly farm!
Anyway I got up from one of my classic
i'm not going to sleep here nights to board
my rather plush looking love jeep that was going to take me over
some rediculous passes to my present location.
The jeep was full of a motley crue of ladies,indians, kashmiris and
of course my own stupid head. Things seemed to go well.
The young driver seemd ok till we got to the mad bends.
Blind overtaking on hairpins on some of the highest passes in the world
is an experience you must try. You will learn to meditate rather quickly!
Anyway, things seemed to go swimmingly untill we came down from a highish
pass. we had stopped at some typical chai stop and then the radiator decided to blow.
he had been doing to much of the old over speed, over braking, over steering and the engine had had enough.
I looked on not surprised but a tiny bit annoyed as we had another
100 klicks to Leh and the weather this side of the passes was a little shitty.
so he vanished in the jeep leaving us all. He returned within ten mins and we all boarded
to be told that it wasnt fixed and that it would take a while to get there.
Yes folks every five or ten k's we had to stopp fill the radiator back up and
cool the engine off. It got to the point where he eventually just started driving the
jeep under water falls at the side of the road in an attempt to cool it down.
Well, we got onto the to of the plains(you know the ones that you seeeon national geographical
magazine covers,) and thyen she decided to blow big time. Smoke and steam pissong out all over. It was then that many folk decided to bail out and start flagging donw other traffic. I decided to hang on in there and get to leh one way or another with my young leh driver.
so from this point on it was ten k's and then it would stop: half an hr and then we would start again. He then decided to open her up and try and cannon ball run home to leh. I.e that petrol
gauge was flashing so we had to freewheel and hope that we could make it. That is get up to 80mph and then just free wheel for as far as we could through towns and villages
back to leh. Not too bad as we had passed most of the passes.
suffice to say. I made it and am now listening to jeff buckley writing to you.
there shall be more on this blog very soon when i have slept and rested a little
stay well
miss ya
bo makalu
or should i say jallee as they say here.
i made it after waht can only be calle d fucking made run across the
hill to this odd tourist innundated place. (more about that in another
post when I have some energy.)
The trip across the zojila( the gateway from kashmir to ladakh
was rather spiffing in the front seat of a quiet nice
Indian TATA jeep.) Overnighting in the rathole was ok
I think that actually it was a fly farm!
Anyway I got up from one of my classic
i'm not going to sleep here nights to board
my rather plush looking love jeep that was going to take me over
some rediculous passes to my present location.
The jeep was full of a motley crue of ladies,indians, kashmiris and
of course my own stupid head. Things seemed to go well.
The young driver seemd ok till we got to the mad bends.
Blind overtaking on hairpins on some of the highest passes in the world
is an experience you must try. You will learn to meditate rather quickly!
Anyway, things seemed to go swimmingly untill we came down from a highish
pass. we had stopped at some typical chai stop and then the radiator decided to blow.
he had been doing to much of the old over speed, over braking, over steering and the engine had had enough.
I looked on not surprised but a tiny bit annoyed as we had another
100 klicks to Leh and the weather this side of the passes was a little shitty.
so he vanished in the jeep leaving us all. He returned within ten mins and we all boarded
to be told that it wasnt fixed and that it would take a while to get there.
Yes folks every five or ten k's we had to stopp fill the radiator back up and
cool the engine off. It got to the point where he eventually just started driving the
jeep under water falls at the side of the road in an attempt to cool it down.
Well, we got onto the to of the plains(you know the ones that you seeeon national geographical
magazine covers,) and thyen she decided to blow big time. Smoke and steam pissong out all over. It was then that many folk decided to bail out and start flagging donw other traffic. I decided to hang on in there and get to leh one way or another with my young leh driver.
so from this point on it was ten k's and then it would stop: half an hr and then we would start again. He then decided to open her up and try and cannon ball run home to leh. I.e that petrol
gauge was flashing so we had to freewheel and hope that we could make it. That is get up to 80mph and then just free wheel for as far as we could through towns and villages
back to leh. Not too bad as we had passed most of the passes.
suffice to say. I made it and am now listening to jeff buckley writing to you.
there shall be more on this blog very soon when i have slept and rested a little
stay well
miss ya
bo makalu
Sunday, August 27, 2006
rat hole on the border
hi all
i cant say much as the power keeps dying
lots to write.
im 5 miles from the pakistan border on my way to a buddhist kingdom
in some fly infested rat hole
i can see into pakistan from the road
a real marriage of the streams here
much more when i get home to
ladakh tomorrow
my hotel is like the prison from
cest miserable
till soon
namaste
bo
i cant say much as the power keeps dying
lots to write.
im 5 miles from the pakistan border on my way to a buddhist kingdom
in some fly infested rat hole
i can see into pakistan from the road
a real marriage of the streams here
much more when i get home to
ladakh tomorrow
my hotel is like the prison from
cest miserable
till soon
namaste
bo
Saturday, August 26, 2006
golf course
So i walked round the golf course on my way back to my
ride. On the way I saw this strange looking chap hitting golf balls.
opn closer inspection he proved to be an off duty officer. He had two
children throwing him balls and another two running out to retrieve.
He saw me and said,'hello ther. Jolly fine day for hitting a few balls.
would you like to hit a few?'
I smiled and gave him the 'I'm ok wave.'
He then took it very seriously and startted really trying to hit
the balls into the distance. I gave him the thumbs up and he smiled looked
proud and shouted at his young troop.
The rest of the day was slow and chilled out.
Basically I walked back to my ride and enjoyed the
slow haul back down into the heat that is Srinigar.
I'm off over the mountains tomorrow morning.
will fill you all in on the mad storm we had last night.
The boat was rocking like an old tramps knee.
take care folks
write when you can
I shall update when i can get to a terminal.
namaste
Bo
ride. On the way I saw this strange looking chap hitting golf balls.
opn closer inspection he proved to be an off duty officer. He had two
children throwing him balls and another two running out to retrieve.
He saw me and said,'hello ther. Jolly fine day for hitting a few balls.
would you like to hit a few?'
I smiled and gave him the 'I'm ok wave.'
He then took it very seriously and startted really trying to hit
the balls into the distance. I gave him the thumbs up and he smiled looked
proud and shouted at his young troop.
The rest of the day was slow and chilled out.
Basically I walked back to my ride and enjoyed the
slow haul back down into the heat that is Srinigar.
I'm off over the mountains tomorrow morning.
will fill you all in on the mad storm we had last night.
The boat was rocking like an old tramps knee.
take care folks
write when you can
I shall update when i can get to a terminal.
namaste
Bo
gulmarg
Yesterday i went to one of the few ski resorts in india
after a long week of getting here and walking I decided to do it all
in style. Ohhh yeah baby, seen as visa are sponsoring this trip
i hired a 4 by 4 chevvy and driver with 8 seats and just me.
A bit price for the day but we were doing a few miles.
The driver was a laid back chap and he drove reasonably sedately.
we missed a 4 yr old boy by 2 inches going through a village.
(we also hit a small bird on the way back.) I looked at him and said
'well done, you saved him!'
he replied,'so much traffic going so fast!'
i retorted,'dont be crazy lets be lazy!'
he laughed till he nearly pooed and we blasted off up the
hill to tangmarg the small village before the mountains.
IF anyone has been fortunate to have visited Aspen in Colorado then
you have an idea of this place. Gulmarg is reasonably high in the hills here
and is approached by the usual himalaya hairpins. The signs on the
corners read 'no swerve on my curve!' and other such marvellous phrases that
only the indians can invent.
The place itself contains the worlds highest golf course that to
be honest looked like a field full of young boys cutting the grass by hand,
with the occasional stick at one end.
But what a view in the background. The vastness is humbling up here.
I paid my 200rps and went on what can only be described as a european looking
gondola up the steep slopes to the half way point to the summit.
amasing views again as i passed over a few fileds of ganja and a strange clan of folk
who live in small huts covered by grass. Then on arrival I walked over to some small tea huts where
the indian couples who had come there to honeymoon sat arm in arm enjoying the view.
'Hashish sir!'
'Something to smoke sir?'
'have a look at our tea?'
From a small hut a wonderful looking kasmiri mountain man appeared with
the biggest smile.I followed him in met his crew of trusty madheads and sat for an hour or
so discussin the season and the best time to come back for snowboarding. Of course once again
the old hashish raised its head and i smiled and told them im a clean guy.
looks like the jan feb is the best for powder and boarding.
who knows id like to come bcak for a few weeks to sample the untouched snow.
we chatted for a while then i walked off
over the hills and down back to the base.
to be continued....
namaste
bo
p.s. lets hope that the power stays on as i am goin over the mtns tom
and its not looking good in ladakh
after a long week of getting here and walking I decided to do it all
in style. Ohhh yeah baby, seen as visa are sponsoring this trip
i hired a 4 by 4 chevvy and driver with 8 seats and just me.
A bit price for the day but we were doing a few miles.
The driver was a laid back chap and he drove reasonably sedately.
we missed a 4 yr old boy by 2 inches going through a village.
(we also hit a small bird on the way back.) I looked at him and said
'well done, you saved him!'
he replied,'so much traffic going so fast!'
i retorted,'dont be crazy lets be lazy!'
he laughed till he nearly pooed and we blasted off up the
hill to tangmarg the small village before the mountains.
IF anyone has been fortunate to have visited Aspen in Colorado then
you have an idea of this place. Gulmarg is reasonably high in the hills here
and is approached by the usual himalaya hairpins. The signs on the
corners read 'no swerve on my curve!' and other such marvellous phrases that
only the indians can invent.
The place itself contains the worlds highest golf course that to
be honest looked like a field full of young boys cutting the grass by hand,
with the occasional stick at one end.
But what a view in the background. The vastness is humbling up here.
I paid my 200rps and went on what can only be described as a european looking
gondola up the steep slopes to the half way point to the summit.
amasing views again as i passed over a few fileds of ganja and a strange clan of folk
who live in small huts covered by grass. Then on arrival I walked over to some small tea huts where
the indian couples who had come there to honeymoon sat arm in arm enjoying the view.
'Hashish sir!'
'Something to smoke sir?'
'have a look at our tea?'
From a small hut a wonderful looking kasmiri mountain man appeared with
the biggest smile.I followed him in met his crew of trusty madheads and sat for an hour or
so discussin the season and the best time to come back for snowboarding. Of course once again
the old hashish raised its head and i smiled and told them im a clean guy.
looks like the jan feb is the best for powder and boarding.
who knows id like to come bcak for a few weeks to sample the untouched snow.
we chatted for a while then i walked off
over the hills and down back to the base.
to be continued....
namaste
bo
p.s. lets hope that the power stays on as i am goin over the mtns tom
and its not looking good in ladakh
Friday, August 25, 2006
beat
hi
iv ben at the ski slope
researching today
too tired but will do a small
fill in tom before i am off over the loji ja
the gateway to ladakh on sunday morning
if any of you have ben to aspen in colorado then
you can imagine the place i have been today
is like what aspen would have looke like 60 yrs ago before the greed
heads got there.
anyway
more tomorrow
stay well
and post if you can
bo
iv ben at the ski slope
researching today
too tired but will do a small
fill in tom before i am off over the loji ja
the gateway to ladakh on sunday morning
if any of you have ben to aspen in colorado then
you can imagine the place i have been today
is like what aspen would have looke like 60 yrs ago before the greed
heads got there.
anyway
more tomorrow
stay well
and post if you can
bo
Thursday, August 24, 2006
by the way
by the way. ireaged my travels as being very fortunate
over the years. ( i realize that many of you will find that laughable
after the usa.) but now the bugs have got me for the first time in fucking
years. iv always been pretty immune to mozzies but now the be bugs have
eaten my forehead and feet.
the jhoys of being a buddhist when you cant kill the mozzies or bugs.
namaste pete
over the years. ( i realize that many of you will find that laughable
after the usa.) but now the bugs have got me for the first time in fucking
years. iv always been pretty immune to mozzies but now the be bugs have
eaten my forehead and feet.
the jhoys of being a buddhist when you cant kill the mozzies or bugs.
namaste pete
continued....
continued
The lightening had stoppe by now and I was ready for the cool
silent ride back to the boat. Accompanied by eagles of course.
This place really is out the book. I mean out the book. It's full
of mystical majstic foolery.
Rarely on my travels have I ben lucky enough to
visit a place solo and find it very little changed in years.
At least the wild life anyway.
I was on abus from the moghul gardens the other day with all
the locals. on learning i was a brit they paid my bus fare
and offered me food. Maybe it's me but the joys of traevl are
very evident her for those that embrace them in the right way.
anyway, I spent the day reading and writing on the boat.
Cool calm and chilled out with just me the bbc news and the
birds to watch
more tomorrow after i have ben to the ski resrt
namaste
bo
The lightening had stoppe by now and I was ready for the cool
silent ride back to the boat. Accompanied by eagles of course.
This place really is out the book. I mean out the book. It's full
of mystical majstic foolery.
Rarely on my travels have I ben lucky enough to
visit a place solo and find it very little changed in years.
At least the wild life anyway.
I was on abus from the moghul gardens the other day with all
the locals. on learning i was a brit they paid my bus fare
and offered me food. Maybe it's me but the joys of traevl are
very evident her for those that embrace them in the right way.
anyway, I spent the day reading and writing on the boat.
Cool calm and chilled out with just me the bbc news and the
birds to watch
more tomorrow after i have ben to the ski resrt
namaste
bo
floating vege
before I start let me apologize for all the typos.
many of you know I am a sufferer of cfs and when I am out
all day doing mad stuff I get too tired to write with the usual
brilliance that adorns my books. yeahhh !
yesterday I couldnt get to the net as it decided to go off
for 24 hrs here in kashmir. So an update.
I woke at 4.30 to the sound of my
small boatman giving me the heebee jeebees and telling me
to get up for the ride to the floating market.
after the usual haggle and price dis agreement we decided on a price and
he showed me onto the small shikara boat that they have used here for a
a thousnad years. Yes folks this boat was probably the original boat repaired.
In the cold darkness they speedily propelled me to our destination the floating vege
market some 1 and a half km away.
so nice to see the lightening flicking off the mountains to the south lighting the
lake for a fraction so I could see all the mtns and lakeboats which
can normally only be seen as pealr's lit by small lamps in the darkness.
we quickly wove through the reads and the lotus leaves floating near some very
odd rather 'lord of the rings' hobit houses built on the mud banks near the market.
(eagles once again diving down all over the place for odd scraps near the homesteads
of families that must have been here for many many moons)
then in the coldness I saw the odd market that floats on the waters not far from dall lake.
this ancient market sits amongst a few reed beds not far from the centre of srinigar.
it consists of small men paddling odd boats laden with veges and all manner of quality produce.
as there aren't many travellers here I was one of the few singled out for the usual hawkers selling everything from mink hats to jewels and flower seeds.
pretty odd really as all I wanted to do was watch the majestic eagles sat not 20 Ft from me
looking on sedately waiting for the odd scrap
to be continued.....
namaste
bo
many of you know I am a sufferer of cfs and when I am out
all day doing mad stuff I get too tired to write with the usual
brilliance that adorns my books. yeahhh !
yesterday I couldnt get to the net as it decided to go off
for 24 hrs here in kashmir. So an update.
I woke at 4.30 to the sound of my
small boatman giving me the heebee jeebees and telling me
to get up for the ride to the floating market.
after the usual haggle and price dis agreement we decided on a price and
he showed me onto the small shikara boat that they have used here for a
a thousnad years. Yes folks this boat was probably the original boat repaired.
In the cold darkness they speedily propelled me to our destination the floating vege
market some 1 and a half km away.
so nice to see the lightening flicking off the mountains to the south lighting the
lake for a fraction so I could see all the mtns and lakeboats which
can normally only be seen as pealr's lit by small lamps in the darkness.
we quickly wove through the reads and the lotus leaves floating near some very
odd rather 'lord of the rings' hobit houses built on the mud banks near the market.
(eagles once again diving down all over the place for odd scraps near the homesteads
of families that must have been here for many many moons)
then in the coldness I saw the odd market that floats on the waters not far from dall lake.
this ancient market sits amongst a few reed beds not far from the centre of srinigar.
it consists of small men paddling odd boats laden with veges and all manner of quality produce.
as there aren't many travellers here I was one of the few singled out for the usual hawkers selling everything from mink hats to jewels and flower seeds.
pretty odd really as all I wanted to do was watch the majestic eagles sat not 20 Ft from me
looking on sedately waiting for the odd scrap
to be continued.....
namaste
bo
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
walking
With my energy levles back up I have spent the day walking through
the old city. No tourists in site,(all day,) as I walked through the old
markets and down to the 14 century mosques. Yes folks It was just me as I walked
round one of Kashmirs bigest mosques. The old building is held up
by some one hundred tree trunks that have been hand carved and brought here, each from
one single tree. So cool in there and full of belief and use.
Strange to walk over where millions of folk congregate to worship.
Then off to a few more tombs and mosques before a quick ride to the
Silk emporium un by the government. The interesting thing was, apart for the
spinning jennies and the ancient machines clattering away,
I had to walk through a field full of full grown marijuana plants.
In a government store.
Ohhhh India how different you are.
Well I may try and get an update out later in the day
but I am a way from the town. I am off to watch eagles
and meditate for a while.
let me know how you are.
Namaste
bo
the old city. No tourists in site,(all day,) as I walked through the old
markets and down to the 14 century mosques. Yes folks It was just me as I walked
round one of Kashmirs bigest mosques. The old building is held up
by some one hundred tree trunks that have been hand carved and brought here, each from
one single tree. So cool in there and full of belief and use.
Strange to walk over where millions of folk congregate to worship.
Then off to a few more tombs and mosques before a quick ride to the
Silk emporium un by the government. The interesting thing was, apart for the
spinning jennies and the ancient machines clattering away,
I had to walk through a field full of full grown marijuana plants.
In a government store.
Ohhhh India how different you are.
Well I may try and get an update out later in the day
but I am a way from the town. I am off to watch eagles
and meditate for a while.
let me know how you are.
Namaste
bo
first evening
Fish jumping, sun dropping, shajara boat splitting the sunset over the
lake. Eagles in the distance, calling amazingly loud. A call I have never heard before.
The sound of guitars in the distance as the night pulls in and I begin my yoga on the
boat veranda.
Unique kashmir
bo
lake. Eagles in the distance, calling amazingly loud. A call I have never heard before.
The sound of guitars in the distance as the night pulls in and I begin my yoga on the
boat veranda.
Unique kashmir
bo
Monday, August 21, 2006
against the tide
Well, after 20 yrs i made it to kashmir.
I'm staying in a 90 ft boat alone on a lake slightly out of town.
I have two meals a day satallite tv and a marvellous host who does almost everything for me.
I am paying through the nose at five pounds a night but hey you have to live a little now and again hey!
hahaa.
I have seen about 13 tourists in the whole of kashmir!
yes its that quiet! Although polive out number us its so calm and relaxed
that you could throw a cow over the boat an no one would notice.
Maybe I am an old hat but to me iuts all been a breeze.
Believe me, when I get back I will fill you all in with it
as you simply have to come here and see it for yourself.
the boats are extremely well made and ornate
with the folk assisting in almost anyway you need.
forgive my english but i am tired
and the mad way they speak and act here is influencing my
writing. I am sure that you all know that baba.
anyway, if you have Q's you need to ask me as you
should all see this at least once in your life!
i shall be a little more coherent when I can
and the jet lag goes along with the mad dreams.
whats ken dod doing in kashmir?
namaste
bo
I'm staying in a 90 ft boat alone on a lake slightly out of town.
I have two meals a day satallite tv and a marvellous host who does almost everything for me.
I am paying through the nose at five pounds a night but hey you have to live a little now and again hey!
hahaa.
I have seen about 13 tourists in the whole of kashmir!
yes its that quiet! Although polive out number us its so calm and relaxed
that you could throw a cow over the boat an no one would notice.
Maybe I am an old hat but to me iuts all been a breeze.
Believe me, when I get back I will fill you all in with it
as you simply have to come here and see it for yourself.
the boats are extremely well made and ornate
with the folk assisting in almost anyway you need.
forgive my english but i am tired
and the mad way they speak and act here is influencing my
writing. I am sure that you all know that baba.
anyway, if you have Q's you need to ask me as you
should all see this at least once in your life!
i shall be a little more coherent when I can
and the jet lag goes along with the mad dreams.
whats ken dod doing in kashmir?
namaste
bo
Saturday, August 19, 2006
is this it?
comments
II write this in the spirit of 'are you experienced?' (hendrix) Since the age of
7 this question of is this it has been floating round my head. with no job,career,money
etc.... I find myself once again in the midst of India always questioning and always
observing life and this amazing planet. To those who have been here India needs no
introduction. It is alive in ways that many of the 50 or so other countrie I have visited
can't quite capture. The sheer scale of humanity is here at once humbling and
inspiring. when we are together enough here it gives
us a chance to juxta pose our often harried self important lives with the realities of
survival for 70% of the planet. (note to brother the scratch on your new Jaguar xkr isnt that
much of a problem!!)
It has not slipped my notice that people from the west come here to find space in country
that is one of the most densely populated on the planet. Perhaps in some ways this place doesnt allow the distractions that we have back in the west.
We are confronted by the plight of humanity and there is little chance to internalise the
suffering of our fellow folk.
hmmm?
i am beat and still jet lagged
so if you can make anything of this let me know.
i did have some problems with the blogger.com
yesterday so hope that you all get it
(pls ignore my typos)
namaste
next stop kashmir
bo
II write this in the spirit of 'are you experienced?' (hendrix) Since the age of
7 this question of is this it has been floating round my head. with no job,career,money
etc.... I find myself once again in the midst of India always questioning and always
observing life and this amazing planet. To those who have been here India needs no
introduction. It is alive in ways that many of the 50 or so other countrie I have visited
can't quite capture. The sheer scale of humanity is here at once humbling and
inspiring. when we are together enough here it gives
us a chance to juxta pose our often harried self important lives with the realities of
survival for 70% of the planet. (note to brother the scratch on your new Jaguar xkr isnt that
much of a problem!!)
It has not slipped my notice that people from the west come here to find space in country
that is one of the most densely populated on the planet. Perhaps in some ways this place doesnt allow the distractions that we have back in the west.
We are confronted by the plight of humanity and there is little chance to internalise the
suffering of our fellow folk.
hmmm?
i am beat and still jet lagged
so if you can make anything of this let me know.
i did have some problems with the blogger.com
yesterday so hope that you all get it
(pls ignore my typos)
namaste
next stop kashmir
bo
no worry no curry no hurry
bang,horn,shite,smoke,curry,heat,fly,sir-sir,dust,
cows,rupee,rickshaw,taxi,clean shoe, from which country.
Yes this is India... the motherland. Fantastic fuckwhittery
in the key of life. For those of you who have n't been here,(shame)
the life here is as 'real' as anywhere on the planet. you will just hve to get here
by boat rickshaw or thumb it needs to be seen to be believed.
After my two years in the states its quite trippy to be back in
this land of hidden wonder and love.
more later in the day when this fucking jet lag eases.
Ahhhh hotel anoop you saved me again...
namaste
bo
cows,rupee,rickshaw,taxi,clean shoe, from which country.
Yes this is India... the motherland. Fantastic fuckwhittery
in the key of life. For those of you who have n't been here,(shame)
the life here is as 'real' as anywhere on the planet. you will just hve to get here
by boat rickshaw or thumb it needs to be seen to be believed.
After my two years in the states its quite trippy to be back in
this land of hidden wonder and love.
more later in the day when this fucking jet lag eases.
Ahhhh hotel anoop you saved me again...
namaste
bo
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
its coming
with a week to go i am getting my shite together
as i am moving from my place of residence on my return.
some very good friends have decided to provide a roof
over my head. the sacrifices i have made over the
years to enable my travel have caught up with
me in many ways,but the journey goes on.
next post should be from delhi
as i am moving from my place of residence on my return.
some very good friends have decided to provide a roof
over my head. the sacrifices i have made over the
years to enable my travel have caught up with
me in many ways,but the journey goes on.
next post should be from delhi
Friday, August 04, 2006
it begins
hello allon the 17th of August I shall be embarking on a new
chapter in my life of travel:
kashmir,Ladakh and the lower himalaya.
i hope you can join me....
as always it promises to be an experience to remember...