I said that life in India happens on the street, I should have added that one of the best vantage points from which to watch it’s coursing is from the rooftops. Each morning here holed up in Tapovan, high up on a hillside away from the grime and noise of Rishikesh city I sit on … More Rooftops & Rhythms
You want Hashish? I have good Hashish, why I wonder am I asked this question time and time again in whispered tones on streets and back alleys in Varanasi by furtive little men? I conclude that I must have the look of a man that does a lot of pot, or that perhaps I appear … More Kingfisher Breakfast
This is India land of dreams and romance, of fabulous wealth and fabulous poverty, of splendor and rags, of palaces and hovels, of famine and pestilence, of genii and giants and Aladdin lamps, of tigers and elephants, the cobra and the jungle, the country of a hundred nations and a hundred tongues, of a thousand … More Dirty Man in Varanasi.