Possible.

Nice quote from Gili today.

I was saying how it is that you can live with a psycho for two weeks in a forest on the side of a mountain and it doesn't seem strange. You just get on with it. It doesn't even occur to move house. He's just another weird guy in a long succession of weird people you meet here.

Gili says "Yes, it's a circus. And don't forget, you're one of them."

It's true. As I wander around, in my head I think that I am normal. I think that others are the weird ones. But look at me. I patrol the streets dressed in rags with a girl dressed in rags (read the words to Suzanne or something, they seem apt) perpetually carrying a guitar and resembling Bob Dylan. I'm an act. I'm in the circus.

It's fun being in the circus.

So, today, time spent on the beach by the Ganga, playing songs to a huge Jewish community. I've come to India and I'm usually experiencing Jewish culture. Lots of Israelis here. But also every Australian I meet is Jewish. Man, is there some kind of conspiracy?

People (including myself I recall) often whinge about Israelis here. But it's interesting for me. Before I came to India I don't remember having met one .

Anyway.

It is Gili's 22nd birthday tomorrow. I can't believe she is so young. She has already done two year's army service (spent in the PR and press bit twice a week apparently - nice) and travelled all over the world.

She tells me she feels we have met before.

This is interesting. She's full power.

One wonders if I can keep up. I'm game for the challenge.

A guy told me today that as he watched me and Josh play some Dylan, Beatles and Stones songs (same same, but different) he thought he was watching two future stars.

Possible. Everything possible.

Right, food.