30 January - Fear & Loathing cont...

The Mexican twins are not totally gone. Here’s their email in response to mine asking how the final trip to Bombay had been. I’m leaving it in Jovi’s words because they make me smile. But some notes are necessary:
the ear cleaning refers to something they do a lot of over there. some guy will clean your ears with a spoke and extract, I kid you not, a ton of material. i wanted it done too but no one in Hampi offered it. It’s a specialty up north usually.
Thongs are what north Americans call flip flops.
Chowpatty Beach is in Bombay.
Indian brides... well the boys were after conjugating/communing with
some gypsy looking Indian ladies but they didn’t know that Indian
ladies behave circa Irish/Italian of the 1950’s i.e ... you want
something? You have to marry me first. Of course there are whorehouses
there too but the boys usually get it for free so were reluctant to stoop to that level.
Jovi maintains he has 2 wives already anyway and he must be something right as it is the
wives who sent him money over when he run out and who pay for a lot of his admin. costs back home. Reid/Badger has his ex g/friend looking after the herb plantation and its profits... I learnt that the best growing season in Oregon is in April. I store useless info like this all the time. Darn.
karnatic refers to stuff from Karnataka, the state where Hampi is.


'tis most mad to peep a subject line bearing that olden town o’
hampi coming from a port altogether dissimilar from my mama’s or my
tender wifeys email addy. our trip, providing i can in fact speak for
someone who’s namesake = reid (don’t know the bloke myself, but am
rather friendly w/ a badger) was just that, a fucking trip kid.
mobbed from train car to train car playing cards w/ crazy turbaned
cats, letting kids record a vast array of Karnatic hymns, losing my
thongs all Huck finn-style out the train doors, then as is the typical
result of self-indulgent vices, jumped off the train for a pack of
gold flake kings only to return to an empty track save a wild boar
eating faeces off the rails. took a fast car out to the Mumbai train
station, met up w/ badger & rickshawed it out to yonder Chowpatti
beach only to have mad beach gypsies mob us is droves. smoked their
charras whilst they helped us kill off some olde monk & took a ride
on one of
their canoes which of course inspired more drunken revelry, much of
which was also recorded for posterity. then went off on a wilde goose
mission w/ some bleeding beach sadhu for some Hampi Lsd which after
our 3rd rickshaw ride was promptly aborted. i bought the badger a
damn fine ear cleaning from a bicycle spoke bearing swab connoisseur &
though mighty reluctant at first, was as usual praised for my wizened
recommendation to that trepidatious lil’ leper. my scalp massage on
the other leperous limb left much to be desired but what to expect
from a man half my size. a fine trip indeed. Never mind the lack of
bedding down any indian strange. perhaps the north will serve me
better for an Indian bride anyhoo next thyme round. good to make yr
acquaintance lisa, kindly forgive the brevity but i hope this epistle
finds yr spirits soaring. hasta ~jovi