“I believe it is anticipation.
Anticipation of the life ahead.
That is why I am shaking now.
Unable to relax – because I am so happy.
In western rhythm – too fast still for this old place.
Slowly, slowly changing down the gears.
The rattle caw of crows and murmur of voices carry through the dusky heat, and sweaty palmed, I wonder why Bapa is so cold this morning!?
Some business disaster?
These strange, two worlds, of leisure and survival, bed fellows in a kind of harmony. Arambol.
What a weird morning. Doing a little chai shop trail…just to see who is here.
So many faces that I kind of recognise, but none that I know. Really i should just make it like the first time all over again….and those that remember me, remember me.
Visiting Chapora early tomorrow morning – maybe visit Lucy’s – but will stay here a bit longer. (put passport etc. in bank.)
But today is beach and lake.
I remember him and him, but don’t think I ever spoke with them.
The French connection. I think I felt them and their energy at the parties.
The lakeside now is full of Indian guys – lured by the promise of a glimpse of a white, flabby thigh.
Odd world we inhabit.”