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In the process of my travels to Earth, I developed an obsession for weed. And now that I am here, on Earth, and have traveled around extensively, I can share some of the things that I have learned about your planet. Just to know: I shall not reveal the name of any dealers, pimps, or individuals that I might score from. Their anonymity is as sacred to me as it is to them. It might just depend on the night. Be that as it may, I will still point you in the right direction. By this time, you probably have made the tuk-tuk deal time and time again. If you walk slow alone just check their faces to see what gestures they make towards you. For the ultimate adventure, grab a bus out of town headed to Pokhara, rooftop seating optional. They air is rich, the sun is warm, the Himalayas breathtaking as they come into view, riding your chariot. Find a hostel, drop off your bags, go to the lake. Pokhara is situated at the very Southeast corner of the lake, walk North with the lake on your left side. It will feel like a LONG walk, but just stick to the lake and enjoy the scenery of butterflies, random people riding motorbikes, and sights only lakeside in Nepal can give you. I was looking for a 3-day yoga retreat because I wanted to sit in a hotbox, the kind where your head is above the box, not being boiled llke your body underneath. Towards the north, up the hill, you can find that kind of yoga studio. I met with the yogi on the hill, we hit it off, he sold me, I stayed. We had the best planned, yogic laughing meditation and I just about pissed my pants. Word has it that same farmer is still asking passersby questions. Just walk through with a smile on your face always wave hello. Hash Quality: 4. If you smoke with an anorexic Jodie Foster lookalike. The air was cool and I was tired. I had just hiked the straight line of the Q-shaped mapped course of Anna Purna, done a three-day yoga retreat, and had gotten elevated past base camp. I was dressed in long sleeves, and some red, jelly donut eyes, and a few layers of warm stuff and decided I wanted to wander off to a cafe that had a lake view of the little boat that is tied in the middle. Three ladies were sitting there and invited me over. I was calm. I was a calm motherfucker. They started talking amongst each other. I ate slow and listened slower, with a slobbering grin, this incredible smile the entire time. One lady looked like an anorexic Jodie Foster. Made sense. She literally worked as a forensic analyst in London somewhere. The other girl the third one left was young, about 19, and had this wandering vibe about her, wandering soul, but attention focused on what you were feeling when she was listening to someone. We met on the roof for the first round. The hotel was in a little compound, the office all the way at the back and quiet. The mosquitos were too much, eating our faces off actually, now, the air, a little chillier. Farming fires smelled themselves in the air and burned a bit at the nostrils if you know what I mean. But we pressed on. We talked about life, jail, forensics, traveling under the moonlight. It felt a bit tight and the overexcitement of the anorexic Jodie Foster to try it. Wanderer and I were talking about traveling and the ABC trail, snow, seeing people walking up and down s of steps and carrying refridgerator sized wire cages of empty bottles. Yeah, because when you want to buy a beer at tea house 17, somebody had to have brought that bottle TO you. I ran up to my room after the women ran out. I went into the bathroom clean! A medium level tapping on the door shattered through the wood into my room. I hid in the bathroom for another five minutes before I squandered out. Front door open, screams floating up, angry, male screams in Nepalese destroying my soul. I saw criss-crossed bars in my head with men jammed into a closet sized cell that had one toilet and the irony of the whole damn situation. He took it and a bit embarassingly averted his eyes and turned quickly to go back inside the office. About T T. FJ pics. FJ vids. Jack's Place. The Coordinates. Diary of a Wanderer. January 23, I am Edgar Phillipe. Newer Post Coming soon

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