grass smoking sessions.

Badami, 04-02-1995. The mosquito clans were out en masse last night in my room so I ddin`t get much in the way of sleep. Still I woke up feeling pretty well and to the persistent knocking on my door. My neighbor in the hotel, the bloke I smoked a joint with last night, John from Whales, rasta hair to his hips and working as a garderner back home, living with a woman 5 years his senior who has two young kids from a former boyfriend. He also told me he has been coming to India for several years now. We took a local bus to Aihole, yet more hindu temples and statues of hindu gods. A flemish couple joined us but seemed incapable to tolerate the locals`constant selling technics. We left them to the indian businessmen, maybe they will eventually be able to sell them a huge and useless carpet or else the plastic junk the indians themselves seem so keen on. Returning to Badami for dinner and more grass smoking sessions in my room.