Chosing for a crazy life.....

Kutly Beach, 15-01-1995. I try to figure out where I was before going on this trip - I mean I was a pretty serious bloke working on the market back home in Amsterdam, working out at my Tae kwondo dojo every night, running in the park during the weekends, lady friends and no heavy booze and dope shit. But now I have come to the most unfortunate conclussion that I`m completely lost. I`ve got not the slightest idea of what is going on, I`ve definitely lost my usual grip on control of what goes on around me. This time the deities of man`s imagination are playing tricks on me, tricks I wouldn`t possibly considered real only a year ago!!! Not that this is my first trip to India, Magic Land as I like to call it. But before I always shied well clear of that long term population of pot addicted westerns, the people with funny hairdoes and that always carry a chilam in their underwear - the onlyt place where the indian police will not seach you. I quite open mindedly choose for this, i couldn`t possibly leave Asia/India without experiencing this life.......

Susanna alone on the beach.

Kutly Beach. 14-01-1995. Everybody will soon be off for the full moon party in Hampi, as for myself I been thinking to move up along the coast to Goa. However Shanty, Shanty Kutly Beach might be and however much I enjoy Susanna`s company. There were Pujas with fire crackers on the beach last night, countless chilams going around and Susanna walked home alone on the beach, late at night after I had informed her of my plans to to Goa.

Ganesh, the elefant God.

Kutly Beach, 13-01-1995. Kristoff is really getting off his racker. The fool is trying to mobilize everybody around Kutly Beach to come along to Tibet in a hired bus and kick the occupying chinese forces out...Yeah, free Tibet and all that...It will take more than him and his army of stoned, chilam smoking idiots!!! To be away from it all I walked back to Gokarna. A holy village dedicated to Lord Ganesh, Lord Shiva`s son also know as the elefant God because of his elefant head no doubt. Popular believe in India has it that when Lord Shiva came back home from one of his grave yard expeditions he found another man in bed with Parvati, his wive. Not realising his son might have grown up a bit during his absence, he cut his head off - Lord Shiva is known for his terrible temper!!! He could only bring his son back to life by beheading the first living being he would meet after leaving the house...Sure you can guess what living being that was!!! The alternative was living with Parvati`s wrath for ever. Parvati is also the godess of war so you can understand Lord Shiva did not fancy the alternative.

Hash oil from a 12 year old boy.

Kutly Beach, 12-01-1995. Walked to Gokarna this morning and had a chai at the chai shop where I spent the night together with that nutcase turkish sadhu 10 days ago when I arrived here. The chaishop is half way between Gokarna and Kutly Beach on top of a hill with great views over the ocean and inland. Sitting there outside in the sun and enjoying my chai, I get a joint from a 12 year old boy "fancy a spliff sir?". I took a few hits and was instantly transported to Lord Shiva`s Holy Mountain Kailash. "Excuse me boy, but what is in that joint?" I asked him bending over and almost falling of the bench becuase of the movement and the high feeling raging through my whole body. "Why, hash oil of course", he tells me grinning at me like I should know...His dad, a long haired out of time hippy sitting next to his son, seemed to find the whole situation quite amuzing. Somehow I lost a day in the mêlee my life has become nowadays. I roll into parties and strange situations with the people of the chai shop running after us on the beach late at night to offer us free bang lassie - A yogurth drink mixed with mariuana.

Boom Bolinath or Boom Shankar.

Kutly Beach, 11-01-1995. "Boom Bolinath" or "Boom Shankar" when you light the Holy Chilam and a half yell "Boom" when you pass it on, a very loud communal "Boom" when the crazy thing is lit. Greeting be to Lord Shiva who is supposed to spend quite a bit of his waking hours on top of his holy mountain smoking Chilam after Chilam, in brooding contemplation. Maybe mentally preparing himself for his nightly graveyard expeditions, he`s after all the God of Death and Resurrection. My hairdo is terrible, my mind a complete blank, Kristoff with all his bullshit stories about Karma and stoned aliens bores me shitless but he seems to have adopted me as his big number one amigo. At least the holy indian cows are real as well as their droppings I frequently step into. It`s all as "real" as everything else around me. A dream within a dream or maybe it`s just my mind unable to connect anymore, no doubt due to a fair amount of pot and charas.

Shanty, shanty, Baba.

Kutly Beach. 10-01-1995. I`m by now completely accepted by the semi-permanent population of western freaks around here but, don`t forget I buy my own dope nowadays. I meet women by the sackfull, wether blond or dark latina. I make their hearts melt with my charm. I run around and end up in terrible chilam parties where Lord Shiva is everybody`s favourite God, and many people participate, always somebody preparing the next mix. A merry good time with stray cows on the beach, crazy dutch men, sunny days and above all, SHANTY, SHANTY, BABA!!! Kristoff told me today about the 7 dimensions, karma, former lives and the like. Thanks to Lord Shiva I was stoned enough to keep grinning and saying "yeah, mon, tell me some more about it".

The crazy dutch "gay punk".

Kutly Beach, 09-01-1995. I decided to have another lazy day in the chai shop. Not that I had much say in the matter. I mean when I entered the chai shop this morning, a big chilam party was in full swing and by the time I had finished my breakfast I had also finished four or five hits from the Lord Shiva`s holy chilam. No way I was gonna excersize any activity after that!!! Not that the decision was bad, not at all!!! Susanna, the swiss lady that I charmed out of her pants some days ago, came in as well together with several other people I`ve befriended here on Kutly Beach. We chatted, swapped travel stories, played music, played chess and all that untill the crazy dutch "Gay Punk" showed up still keeping up his appaerance of a complete idiot and boring everybody shitless with stories that are, as usual complete BULLSHIT...