I felt the heat of the sun on my back. I opened my eyes and peeked out of my sleeping bag to behold an amazing canvas of trees, mountains, sunlight reflecting off the moving water of a small creek and horses grazing in the fresh green grass. If I ever go blind I'll be sure to hang on to this morning as a perfect memory of the elements. I could have laid there in that grass for the day. We had no plans but to relax and sink into the bliss of the holy land. I did some morning stretches and deep breathing on a big flat rock. Even if you're not into yoga, a place like this has a way of inspiring a person to breath deep and give the body the daily respect it deserves.
We cleaned up our camp area and walked up to the hot-spring to take a dip. On the way we spotted our generous Indian friends. They had rented a small cottage and were sitting on the steps like a baseball team photo. They looked pretty rough after 5 bottles of whiskey. We joined the roster and had some photos taken. Then we all went to take a bath. Afterwards Jon and I sat out in the sun and ate breakfast and wrote. The day was to be an official day off from everything. And it was. All we did was smoke charas and hang out in the bright openness of the valley. Sometime in the mid afternoon the brightness receded and the temperature dropped, so we went inside. The owner of the place shot us some crooked looks on account of the fact that we'd lounged their for most of the day and only bought a tea and two chapatis. So we ordered a huge vegetable sandwich and got really high with a group of Israelis that came in brandishing a crystal chillum. Eventually a storm forced everyone inside and the peaceful bohemian restaurant was packed with all walks of life, including a group whom we suspected were the Rainbow people. They were a quiet tribe of devout hippies who all seemed to be very musically inclined. They set up and strummed guitars and slapped small drums, providing enjoyment for everyone inside. It wasn't until the sun came back out that things became really lively. Coincidentally, a double rainbow formed in the distance, which got everyone up and outside, dancing and celebrating in the puddles and the lingering mist of the expired storm. The chillums went around in full effect. The guitars began to harmonize. Before long it was night and once again we had no place to sleep. The ground was way too wet and the Rainbow people, who were staying in a cave about 20 minutes away had abandoned it for the same reason. A muddy rush of water from the storm had flooded them out and now they too were looking for a comfortable place to lay.
The night was pressing on. I walked up to the hot-spring with a flash light to brush my teeth. On the way I stopped at one of the tea huts to ask if we could sleep on their floor. It wasn't a problem. We hung around and enjoyed the live music until midnight when the owner finally booted everyone and then we simply moved up to the spacious tea hut and fell asleep next to a warm stove, after a long day of doing sweet fuck all.
Read Day 40
We cleaned up our camp area and walked up to the hot-spring to take a dip. On the way we spotted our generous Indian friends. They had rented a small cottage and were sitting on the steps like a baseball team photo. They looked pretty rough after 5 bottles of whiskey. We joined the roster and had some photos taken. Then we all went to take a bath. Afterwards Jon and I sat out in the sun and ate breakfast and wrote. The day was to be an official day off from everything. And it was. All we did was smoke charas and hang out in the bright openness of the valley. Sometime in the mid afternoon the brightness receded and the temperature dropped, so we went inside. The owner of the place shot us some crooked looks on account of the fact that we'd lounged their for most of the day and only bought a tea and two chapatis. So we ordered a huge vegetable sandwich and got really high with a group of Israelis that came in brandishing a crystal chillum. Eventually a storm forced everyone inside and the peaceful bohemian restaurant was packed with all walks of life, including a group whom we suspected were the Rainbow people. They were a quiet tribe of devout hippies who all seemed to be very musically inclined. They set up and strummed guitars and slapped small drums, providing enjoyment for everyone inside. It wasn't until the sun came back out that things became really lively. Coincidentally, a double rainbow formed in the distance, which got everyone up and outside, dancing and celebrating in the puddles and the lingering mist of the expired storm. The chillums went around in full effect. The guitars began to harmonize. Before long it was night and once again we had no place to sleep. The ground was way too wet and the Rainbow people, who were staying in a cave about 20 minutes away had abandoned it for the same reason. A muddy rush of water from the storm had flooded them out and now they too were looking for a comfortable place to lay.
The night was pressing on. I walked up to the hot-spring with a flash light to brush my teeth. On the way I stopped at one of the tea huts to ask if we could sleep on their floor. It wasn't a problem. We hung around and enjoyed the live music until midnight when the owner finally booted everyone and then we simply moved up to the spacious tea hut and fell asleep next to a warm stove, after a long day of doing sweet fuck all.
Read Day 40
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