(beautiful GREEN Kasol where the weed grows wild)
The little backpacker town called Kasol where you are surrounded by beautiful mountains up high and endless amounts of marijuana plants down low. This is a favorite spot for Israelis and they were celebrating the end of the Jewish New Year which means a 3 day rave. After an Israeli tried to fight Charlie when he thought his “fuck yea” to us was a “fuck you” to him we decided to skip the rave, which costed an absurd amount and was in some tent down some crazy path through the woods. Although I like Indian trance music, the Israeli ‘techno’ is the same beat over and over and sounds creepily angry. I’m used to dancing to beats but they enjoy sitting around a table passing chillums to it. I’m not saying all Israelis are like this just describing our experience.
Katy and I met some guys from Manipur, a Northeast Indian state, who invited us to hang at their table, drink whiskey from the bottle, and sing-a-long to their guitar. We had a blast and met up with them the following night to head a little out of town for a bonfire. We had a great time with them until their (most likely drunk and high) bus driver got the bus stuck up a hill in the middle of nowhere. After hours of watching the guys attempt to move this thing the four of us decided to walk the 5km back to Kasol, which didn’t take long. All and all we are probably going to visit those fools who live in Delhi now.