The Hobbly Hobbly.

Scrinagar, 03/05/1994.The Kashmiri are definitely smooth talking and hard working! I arranged a house boat with a Kashmiri in Jammu for a mere 100 Rp. with dinner and breakfast included. After a 12 hour busride which went through some rugged country side, hills and mountainous scenery and not to forget the Jawahar Nehru tunnel, impressive all in itself, 2500 m. long and damp and dusty inside, it was sort of nice to see there was actually someone to pick us up from the bus. They really picked us up way before Scrinagar by Maruti minibus, were they afraid the competion might snatch us away from them at the Scrinagar bus depot, but they bring us to the promised house boat. Good food and a nice house boat in the middle of Dal Lake. But after dinner me and Mo, the male part of an english young hippie couple i share the house boat with and were with me on the bus, got taken into a small shed with the family s son and father that own the boat, for a hobbly hobbly, local waterpipe, filled with hashish. Me and Mo were the only people smoking while the family present ate their food and watched how the son tried to talk us into buying carpet, smuggle hashish which he supplied naturally, into Europe and all that shit. Mo, however handled him pretty well and he never got a hold on us and the scene never got violent. We both got quite stoned from the hobbly hobbly and, lettin Mo do all the talking i found the whole scene quite comical.