We were with another Brit traveling alone who can't spell for the life of him, has a heavy heavy accent to the point that he sounds Scottish, and plays guitar and sings. I'm trying to get a guitar at the moment to travel with so I can learn some skill! I just want one skill. In Manali we climbed down waterfalls and tried to fish in the rivers. Well, by trying to fish in the rivers I mean one of the Brits bought some hooks and short stretches of fishing line. We watched him and smoked spliffs while he tried to catch fish with a dead worm on one of the hooks. The river had as many fish in it as Paris Hilton has morals. I left the afore-mentioned Brit circus to go to Dharamsala with a Danish guy we were all hanging out with. He has such a hot body one of the Brits started referring to him as "Viking."
He's on some crazy spiritual journey enriching his life. He plays guitar, practices yoga, and is learning Hindi. We share a flat with a German who is a very skinny six-foot-six and typically sings and dances around. He always has a smile on his face and though he hasn't spoken English in ten years, somehow is essentially fluent. We're in McLeod Ganj near Dharamsala, the Dalai Lama's residence, and I love it here. India attracts hilarious people like my life attracts klutziness and disaster!
Friend's Response:
Epic.
Friend's Response:
Epic.
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