Just watched England get slowly dribbled-upon to death by Portugal. What a mindnumbing shame. I even drank beer in tribute and ate a big meal, but felt only sleepy and then disappointed.
Oh dear.
Yawn.
I finally left Dharmsala after I don't know how many weeks there. I went to meet Effie in Kasol. We both consider ourselves here by mistake because despite being a town set so beautifully in the valley of some new (to me) snow-capped badboys, it hosts an abundance of wild-growing ganja plants and thus endless thousands of the boring drug-rinsed Israeli tourists you would prefer to avoid.
It's ok, we go tomorrow to find new views of the mountain.
It's a tiresome thing to make plans but suggestions of us both going to the Rainbow Gathering in Somerset are underway to ease the pain of the return to England.
Right, I must go. Babylon is throbbing too hard. It's giving me a headache.
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