Nepal-magic mushrooms in rainy season

Drawing on the experience in Kathmandu to bokhara, finally found a home in some gas in the Inn.

July of bokhara, heavy rain throughout the day, my Inn is small, upper and lower layers, total 12 rooms, but live with people, second floor, has a circular balcony, Middle sheet round table seats 10 people.

In the night, in a succession of ha'afeva Lake this small Inn of people what can be done? it seems only and smoke, I drink and chat.

Wine is a Carlsberg and Budweiser, the Inn's kitchen has come, the smoke is they don't know where to buy the tobacco and cigarette paper, to the volume manually.

In a rainy night, all the people sitting on the balcony, and every man a bottle of beer, the focus of the talk; then, the volume of a cigarette, a breath of, passed on to the next bit ... ...

A long time, the insipid tobacco is unable to send this summer boring rainy night, so some people get to the marijuana leaf.

That night, everyone was excited, and I filled with Popes. Thus my drug knowledge course began, from different countries, different age, gender of the person giving me all in education. A direct result of the education, not let me know how many profound knowledge, but to my surprise, Western countries make the Narcotics knowledge dissemination is so delicate, their classification and composition, function, scale, edible after reaction, is within the scope of personal will and control, and so on ....

I'm their bombing, accepted the natural cannabis leaf and magic mushrooms, in their words: It is nature, you can control those by youself, why not try. Yes, why not give it a try.

Travel is not unknown in the constantly try?

Marijuana is the dried, cut into strips, and mixed with tobacco smoke, little senses.

Anyway, I don't like smoking, but in order not to affect everyone together to do that kind of decadence, feeling depressed, when smoke passes will also be very flashy, it's not too dirty suck.

However, the Magic Mushroom but let me immediately as it was fascinated, Magic Mushroom, let's just call it magic mushrooms, is actually a kind of mushrooms, but not to kill, can produce some illusion, in the mountains there boccara.

First time to eat it is in the Full moon party, that day is Nepal's Mid-Autumn Festival, the rain finally stopped, the Moon from the thick clouds drill, the exception is big, thick cloud formation in neighboring right round orange glow, a lining of bokhara landscape.

A hotel in Varna Lake meadow organization party, inviting us to participate.

A room full of people I hear that party, immediately boiling up positive began to prepare for, and the main thing is to find the magic mushrooms. We found one afternoon, I finally found a little finger so big five, like with our usual little umbrella mushroom. Cook a pot of soup, each person in a small bowl, the soup is light yellow, they told me is the first contact with the Magic Mushroom was surprised, because to try Magic Mushroom is a required course for young people in the West, so on my education started round. Unfortunately the day of the mushroom is too small, we have no reaction, but I am still very excited, full meadow of Hooker, familiar faces asked: do you think I am now properly?

Eat it again, it is an entirely different reaction, the next day the morning, a man brought Abo Israel Japan to AM & PM Café came to me, they suddenly from his pocket a few large, fresh mushrooms, Karma… asked: do you want to try, I'm busy visitor nod, mushroom shredding and eggs mixed with fried bread, three minutes.

After eating, I sat in a Chair at the side of the street, suddenly, I feel that my vision is good, each road gravel, I can see clearly, even distant Lake tree birds flock can also be clear, the next fruit shop's daughter, became the exception of beautiful, eyebrows and a long thick and curved, the eyes are large and deep, the lips are red and plump, she also gave me back so far.

I also think that my table convex, want to hand it effacement, hands lifted up.

I found myself laughing unable to control, so he is sitting in the street like giggling, cheeks are acid, and make each passing people nod towards me.

Laugh for a while, I found that the face is wet, touched by hand, only to find I was crying.

Then climb the table say…. start are silent tears when they heard a coffee shop in sadness of the song, the magnetic baritone, down blues song, sang in low. I won't be getting familiar cry, cry to emotional, you can't hand hammer table, put in a coffee shop for breakfast for people under quite a big jump.

Luala come comfort me and hold me back, I felt really comfortable to hold, flat road, then it becomes a rather low, winding, I was fairly stable, is that my soul in I above.

Back to the Inn of the balcony, I began to laugh, Inn of the people were very concerned to ask how I feel, I have only tried the nod, and then show a very brilliant snicker-like ….

So toss for over an hour later, unconsciously asleep.

Until dinner time to wake up. Get up, I have a very relaxed and airy feel. Go to the balcony, at a distance of fee Siwa deeply stretched shengelanyao, long to express a sigh of relief, as if my body clean also.