Something new in the head lately, I have been given a few seconds of clarity before my last couple of decisions/situations. However the choices made seem no more correct. Like I mentioned before the instant kharmic returns that seem to go with this place after your actions? Whatever, there is definitely something weird and spiritual in the air.
In my days in Mumbai, I have gotten better at making my way around, and as a result I am out at night or whenever walking the streets till 1am or 2am. I drink a lot fo fresh juices at the same shop, and I usually watch them close-up. So one night after the 25 minute walk to the Caucasian Dorm I am in now, I notice some fuck has chucked all my stuff on the floor and has stolen my bunk. I complain but nothing is done, I get a new bunk with rubbish piled on it. I am starting to notice lice and fleas on me and my shit. Some jack-ass is showering from 130am to 230am. I can't take it! So I jet. I just can't get myself to toss this guy out of my bunk for some reason. He looks weak and older, and he may know kung-Fu? So I leave the dorm and head back to the other side of town to an Indian dorm that I stayed in a few days ago. They have one bed left, sweet AC deluxe bunk.
I get back the next day to the caucasian dorm, my lice is really eating me alive at this point, and the dude and his friend are hanging out wondering how to get to the victoria train station. I can tell they are quite cost-effective chaps, so this new HINDI like thing in my head says why not do the opposite, nothing is intentional, love not hate, etc. etc... So I offer to walk them over to the station, and eventually decide to go back to Goa with them. Terree' 48, (Bed-Stealer, Wounded Bird, with his only friend in the world, possibly only out of sympathy, Eric. Eric, 44 ( Rolling Stone, Shady Merchant Importer/Exporter, World Traveller, later to be known as 'Legend') A Serious character, and both seriously French.
Shit has gone well, the sun and salt have healed my bites, and the local trashmen have burned all my clothes that were once in my pack, I have nothing, but a bathingsuit and flip flops, and tenners. And I am no longer the whitest guy on the beach. Made some possibly excellent business connections for Modern50.com from S.A. and France.
Instant Khamric Returns (Re-capped)
-someone steals my sheets off my bed aand I rudly take them back at 2am, and I notice I have contracted lice and fleas.
-someone steals my bed, I do nothing and help them and end up having an incredible time, making friends and busines contacts.
-kickass full moon party and I take my time telling this african uk girl I am not interested, get a call my Priyanka mid chat with Hallo(the african uk girl), and while on phone with her I get attacked by 6 wild dogs. No bite but loose flip flops.
Coincidences? Instant Kharma? So I totally have a mind and heart altering conversation with Priyanka after I shed the dogs and the flip flops and call her back. The girl is a Temptress Nymph Muse the power!!! So I am flying back to Mumbai, Monday Afternoon. It's been raining in GOA on and off for three days, but generally nice during the day so swimming and all is still rather good, but you can tell the season is coming to a close. Maybe tears from my love.
So you are up to date, got no poems for you and I am jut trying to be concise! hope it is readable. In general, I am as lost as ever, not sure why I am stuck on this girl, or want to live in Mumbai, and other times I know everything. I guess this is normal. Is this silly dream just vanity? A search for Inter-Racial offspring? (jeff seling would say) Am I running away or into what is coming to me? (no country for old men) Swiss Cheese ( the swiss nyer i met a week ago) would says, the problem with Fantasy is that you always wake up. So, all I can think of is; I hope when my friends and loved ones think of Dino they think I have a good heart, no matter what happens. Lloyd, you pop the top and leave me out there and the situations are always sticky. ( in the complex sort of way.)
Dino
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