said octopus to octopi: love and 8 armed hugs for all

reaching out my tender tentacles after so long away. the road is long and the road is strange.

ladakh is the quietest place on earth. it eats your words and takes your breath. how can the world be such a beautiful place?

hitchhiking on horse carts, riding on the roof of the bus and listening to led zeppelin and the doors while crossing from mountain desert into the emerald in india's crown.

spent a week on dal lake in shrinagar floating with the loti and listening to prayers across the water. why are there no chawal, subji and chappatti lakes?

down through the golden temple in amritsar for the second time, as amazed now as i was when i first came to india. an opening of the heart as pleasant as sinking into an old easy chair. luckily not a chair like smelly old hortence (i miss you hortence!) .

and then suddenly... a train today carrying me from wheatfields into the slums, contaminated "water", mountains of trash and the jittery filth of par ganj, new delhi. hot as hell. crowded as hell. i'm travelling with an italian man and trying decide what comes next. perhaps i'll let you know tomorrow. internet here is as fast as hungry pony.