My best time at the ashram was when I left it behind me and saw it disappear in the rear mirror of the car knowing that I was done with that place. The temples became jungle and the jungle became villages and the villages came more often until they were all city and soon we were sitting in a tight lobby of a cheap hotel in downtown Kochi and I was very relieved not to be in the grip of the Guru...
Världens tak kallar man ibland den omfattande platå som ligger norr om Himalaya-massivet. Det finns också andra namn, men för att inte utsätta mig själv för onödiga risker så väljer jag att inte använda dem, för när man talar om denna del av världen så gäller det att väga sina ord på guldvåg, särskilt om man en dag vill återvända dit. Och det vill man om man en gång varit där för det finns få...
As the taxi arrived so very early that Tuesday morning it soon became very clear that the once hopeful and lively Suvarnabhumi airport was now hollow and full of contempt. I removed my bags from the cab, paid the driver and started my walk to enter the huge complex. The gatekeepers seemed to be happy about my arrival, but that was about all of the ”the country of smiles” that still had survived...