Arun's farm is missed in the hills aproximately 3 kilometers from Kotabagh, a small village just about a half of lakh subjects surrounded by jungle there mostly banana trees wild apes (monkeys), a diferent kinds of birds etc...

   

                   

We met 3 guys from England, a tiny girl whatsername? i realy don't wanna wake up my flatmatenot now, okay Helen and Jack, George.Breakfast was later. I stood up almost blinded. But delicious food exact England's breakfast-toasts, eggs cooked in water i guess aaand Dal, traditional kind of Indian dishes.We'd cut jungle.

   

Short swath of orchard has emerged within jungle lots of bananas, mangoes and citrus trees. Actually that jungle we had to cut first to uncover these. That's nice work. Hard but nice you're filling satisfied after all you're like mindless just cutting weed. I can't understand i used to wake up at 5, quart past 5 but here i could oversleep my death without i realize that. FAITH begins when LOGIC END - Topic of the Year. Today we're waking up earlier then others. Of coursewe do that everyday.

   

SHORT BREAKFAST. We're hitting the path to Teet Devi Temple(Billy a pale means it's a tourist place actually he's weird coz what's out of his mind is what he does dislike)It's been pretty long walk up to the hill Arun said it's 3 and half hour. We needed 4 about. You know Billy's out of condition. We're sitting under the tp thinking how far is the place we wanna reach."Hey dude, I guess the temple is about 2 hours far" "Perhaps, but not surelly. You know could be behind the bend there" " We'll see" After all the temple was 5 minutes walk from us so exactly behind that bend. Actually not the temple just a hut of BABA, something like a saint man. Break there was freshfull you know overlook to the hills blue sky the sun and you hear? NOTHING!

BISONDOTO the man we've met after a while came up from a cow's pasture made noise " ARGH HOOOH", is not a real BABA. The real one died 4 years ago as I recognized later. A small man, about 50-60 years, had been a handy man for ultimate BABA so that he's stayed. He speaks all the time, of course, only in Hindi. We both were confused what he's talking about."Tii?" "What?tii? Ou ya tea. Surelly, we'd love" " HaHa!" (means yes yes)

   

   

His hut is small with fireplace inside eventually don't you think it's a fireplace, you know, just hole in the ground, no real chimney...After few minutes i got high, we're crying and rendered blind. Actually back to Bisondoto.He's about 50-60 i said, to all appearence is a friendly guy. Dispatched us to Teet Temple Devi just hundred metres abouve but i was walking that about half an hour. We were sleping there, don't you think at the temple sanctuary right? just in Bisondoto's hut.

   

Temple lies approximately 2 tousand meters above sea. The way back was shorter like usually and we pass the most exquisite valley with terrace gardens i've ever seen. Path up took 4 hours and back 

2-2,5.

    

Finally we saw weed plant they grow everywhere there but at this season they're small yet. The shop behind cottage is close you know so early at morning. The owner, older fatty whose nature is friendly always asks. "Hello my friends! How are you?" Shaking hands, doesn't wait till you're answearing him and keep talking about whatever. " What can i do for you? Biscuds, chocolade, cola?" " Just a chocolate, man" "One, tu, three? Soap, Tootpaste? Would you like milk, tea?" "Just chocolate today, right" "Okay, twendy rupee, you are most welcome tomorrow" 

    

   

Three new girls reached TOWN. Amy, Rubi and Luci are called. "Our English" called them Arun. We've hewn out a long swath of jungle together had a funny time. I guess we've done lots of work around that damn trees ... CUT, TAKEOFF, CUT, TAKEOFF. Carry the garbege on the pile these place and again.

    

We were 8 people there so you can realize Jack was hopping around loud speakers kidding, smoking. Work run fast becouse of that. We were walking about that great house. Path to Kotabagh runs down by river bank unfortunately river was arid so we passed the riverbed where we met two, probably wild, horses then we walked through mango grove like spanish appearence. a Tinny lunch of noddle we got in tinnier restaurant and sweet shop in Kotbagh by the tinniest price i guess and then we've discovered SAMOSA. a Sort of pastry filled with special sauce made from potatoes, spices and LOVE i think.Delicious! "I want more ARTR!" Actually Billy a pale has become addicted.

We're hiting the road early at morning, dude, first 2-3 kms we're passing on foot the town to catch the bus to Nainital was not a problem. The driver is a small bright man's hoping around bus waiting til Billy put the backpack into. "Heya, we riding! Get to bus, no time!" It's been a loong way only 40 kilometers but three hours on the road, you know. We stopped there locals got in, got out. Boxes full of tomatoes ride to town's market. Red tomatoes on our lap on our heads such red, yellow tomatoes everywhere. In front of us, one lady has tomatoe's head oh no!She's created from tomatoes!

    

   

Finally Nainital after three dreadful (for tomatoes of course) hours.Small town weith a big heart. The bazaar is large here spread in older part of town. We were walking around the lakeside full of hotels but almost everyone expelled us from its door. At the end of a loong seeking we found out Shiva guest house, night per thousand bucks.

    

Next day, guy, we hiked up to snow view 2200 high. The peak is called like that cos you can see Himalaya snowy tops. We didn't see anything actually I saw but my fellow's telling it's just a cloud. The cloud of a hilly shape. It was NOT. Real Himalaya peak's next stop is 4 kilometer far "Naina Peak", 2611 meters above sea level. Overcame the top has been lenghty. Of course we were walking with backpack what's the craziest idea we ever had you know, even if it's 10-12 kilos it's becoming more and more.

"Look there buddy, that could be a nice place to spend night here, don't you think?" "Yea, lurked behind a bamboo bush is really good place. Thumb's up. We're gona go there" We're sitting the fire warms up our feet Billy was talking about memories on a dreamland (home?) Next morning came to fast, gathered up stuff scattered around and hit the road. Again.

Lost in Delhi and another stories...

Our arrival...
the way vas long, almost ten hours in plane.We flew through Vienna Another word. Everything wearswears in black leather everybody's worn leather on body.I've tried to speak in english with Artur.successful, isn't it? Who knows?

 A lot of speeches about an air crushes within we took of the ground.After We've reached a driver of hostel's taxi named Phakri, got us into as old and destroyed car as possible and hit the road.That's a buuuuumpy ride. He did not pull up the van on the lights, we heard just horns from every crazy car we met and from our ruined vehicle.About 2 at mornig and guys in a truck-without LIGHTS.
                                                                           

"here we are Sir, Did i ride good?"

"Yea that's a bumpy ride man otherwise you're a good driver!"

"Thank Yu, Sir,yu give me a tip?!"

The hostel "Smyle inn" is good I guess.

         

                                                           

                                                    

7.2

A bit busy day  today. We wanted to wake up early.Impossible maaan!!We catched latest breakfasťbout 10 then hit the road to the streets.We're livin close to Main Bazaar. Life here is everywhere dude.That's nice."take a look cyclerikshaw there...and there, that place."We've catched one to ride to Laxmi Narayan Temple, turn back to Pahar Ganj-Main Bazaar."Hey man, can you fetch us to Raj Ghat?"

"Yes Sir, hundreed rupees Sir"

"How much you say?Eighty?"

"No Sir, nineghty"

"Eighty...Last offer!"              

"Okay, take a seat"                  

                                                                                          

     Raj Ghat, as I said, is more a park then Ghat nowadays.We are hanging about there couple of hours.Keep self under a palm trees out of direct sunlight out of crowds and just talking about dreams you know.I mean the dreams you have are gleam of your thoughs.Now we're steanding in front of Lal Quila (Red Fort in english) the jewel of Delhi of Mughal Era. The fort lies on almost 260 acres with all its flowers, houses, aquaductes and a water canals is a small paradise on the Earth              

                                                                                             

"If there is a paradise on earth,

                                                              It is this, it is this, it is this..."

                                                                                      -Amir Khusro

                                                                                                                                          We got inside with a guy. He had catched us in front of main gate. He was just talking and talking about everything we saw the entrance gate from red sandy stone its hundred footsteps is huge gate i've ever seen.Behind you'll find a market place. In early days only 3 hundred wifes of king did shopper there and just jewellery, dress and stuff like that. We're fastly walking around these place saw the bath, the king's own house. A new friend's talking all the time."Quite nice guy he wants to tell us something of history that place" was my thoughs. Ultimately, perhaps after half an hour of walking around, he's telling this fucking words.

"So guys, we're at the END of story, I'm a regular guider, look this is my ID you're GIVING me 6 hundred bucks!"

"Why did not you tell us earlier?Could it be FOUR HUNDREd?"

"No Sir,6 hundred or 10 dollars"

       

 

                                                                         

8.2

Last day in Delhi.Sometimes i contemplate where is the sense of being?You knoww all the mess on streets here, people slepping in a corner there, a big white dog with huge udder scratches ground, all these bananas in a teapots."HAREK, HAREK, HAREK." Street seller, a man of desire, would sell, buy, rent, lend the kingdom of heaven."Would you love?I've got all colours just say.Yellow-OK."

I got used them.It's become a game. Street game where you're a lurer if you know what you want. Sometimes I feel my fellow's unsatisfied with allthings he sees.Like he doesn't take a life is life.Twists around self only. What to say more the last day here runs quiet fast noise comming deeper to my soul to bear together with.

9.2 

a traveling day's before us. We've packed up early, tip a reception guy and hit the road with hired taxi earlier then i expected buddy, at half past 4.The train from Anand Vihar to Haldwani rides 5 hours We're reaching rail station soon but train's ALLREADY there I' m smoking my first cigarete today. Actually I'm lying you that's second.Trains of India are even better than Regiojet they offer you a newspaper, tea twice time, lunch,snack and you don't have to pay only if want to do it.

                         

Country side behind windows' sad sometimes bright. Fields haze over self into a slight mist just the sun shines through. Next city, Haldwani, came prety fast, cyklo and autorickshaw had surrounded us."Taxi, Sir?"from one side"woul you love texi?"...We had reached Kotabagh by a local bus after a long way I met a farmer just small guy,almost evrybody is a size of Artur except a taller one sized like me, he wanted to meet us in near village to Kotabagh but we did not meet him ultimately.                                                                                   

                                                                                            Really loooooong ride...                                                                   

     

                     

                    

                    Sitting in such

                    take a look - small busss

                    with local men there!

On the NORTH

             let that music play chummer

It is same every time.
At the start you're happy, you' re crying at the end.
Time to leave is coming.
 It has been a loong ride to the north BEHIND the polar circle.                                                      
                                                                           "take a seat there are ours"
" hmmm, very comfortable for my backside, Joe! "

"Yaya, here we spent a lot of time uuu take it easy..."   

"take a seat there are ours"
"hmm, very comfortable for my backside, Joe! "

"Yaya, here we spent a lot of time

           uuu take it easy..."

                                                                                  It wasn't a bumpy ride as I expected. The trains in Norway are quiet and quite fast. We're reached a snowy kingdom far on the north, the city called Bodø. 

                                                      Actually there weren't so cold i've               

                                                      heard about but enough. We met a 

                                                      lot of people, many faces emerged

                                                      from the murk.A Fellow traveller 

                                                      has become a friend of us.

    We were talking a lot about everything.     

                                                           Some stories belonged to creation of human being, to the

                                                   gods of hinduism and their artefacts, something about Norway.                                                      

                                                                           

What else, what next? We visited an aircraft 

museum that's been full of military crafts, 

weapons and the bomb whose brother was 

dropped on Hiroshima. 

I'm feeling energy even when it is only a dummy 

machine, the energy flows round the cirle, circle of 

CREATING and DEATH.  

Fearful.

                                                                                                                             It was pouring the whole next day, temperature was going by +8 we were sitting at a hostel played chess and drunk a lot. A lot of tea...         

That's crazy we're spendin almost 15 hours in the train back to south, to Oslo. The biggest city welcomes us with leftover of snow.

People walk as inside of huge ant-hill we all are blood the blood flows in veins of that huge city of light.

         

    

                                                     

We give life to cities all around the world.

You can feel power from the streets 

there! can be surrounded by hookers and

all these people that go somewhere run 

SOMEWHERE to better world.The true

Oslo is not huge city but HUGE town 

with heart.                                       

                                         

The seafront was filled by people within the last night. I'm just kidding a flood of folk flows everywhere, every fucking street crackled in the seams coloured sparklers fireworks the smiles appears under the open sky CALM 

                                   

                                                       LIIIIIIIIIFE.

                                                  In itty bitty-

                                    that apartment wandered off - 

                                          town is lovely shining !

         

Im mortality

A bit of music, guys?!!

it is one of a few sunny days of autumn. I still bite myself to the lip i can't decide even when a presage speaks clearly.

A bridge's emerged from the forest i walk within, the gulley between rocks, water streams wildly here, leans against stony wall and licks the moss grows everywhere around.

    

An Atrocious roar !            

       That waters surges out      

   Into the valley                     

                                                   

The water surges like it has no time, like she'd wanna outruns solely aeon. That's interesting she contrives be a quite and calm in one moment and then I've a feeling she undermines the whole base you stand on directly from under your feet.

I' m falling.

Deeeeeeeep.

It' s quick.

All my thoughs churns around, i can nor say ...  

An obscure tunnel's emerged in front of my eyes a concretic circles pulsate by a vibrant energy, everything is dark and draw me inside. A huge serpents bobbed up at the sides, a lightly brown serpents are slithering and overflowing towards to the middle. I' d make a step onward to that unkmown distances, however my body became a stone unables to move. 

The whole spectacles' s disappering and i'm emerging up in a forest. The God´s silent, the sun warms and slightly breeze is playing with leaves   

      

                                          Norway so quiet                       

                                               Wind is just fizzing high and      

                                                     Bellow again the birds sing.      

   

    

One of a last autumn days here my Dear

Maybe forever or just only this year

Thou art the londe of Nod

For a long period    

     
                ...                                                           

                           

Leeland

Ku poslechu

Přišel sem teprve nedávno, i když už je to jako věky. Kouř podzimních ohňu se táhne modravou oblohou, stoupá vysoko, výš a výš, mizí za větrem rozfoukaným lesem. Voda líně olizuje kamení v potoku vzadu, za domem a zbytek stáda pobíhá v pozdně zapadajícím slunci. Sem tu jen já, osamělý poutník, hledající cosi. Ona už si na mě jen steží vzpomene, moudří říkají "takhle to chodí, hošku". Marně upamatovávám se v teplo jejího těla, dech, jímž živila mě. Ale ta vůne. Vůně, jež linula se kudykoliv prošla, jemně se točila a prostupovala chřípím, zanechávajíc neznatelnou stopu pomíjivější než sykot slunce na hladině oceánu.                                                             

  

       

               Obrysy pozdně                           sluncem zalitých skal-                              podzim se blíží.

                                           


                                    -Lomsætra
                                     

Ohlušující ticho, tahnoucí se hvozdy, lesy bez začátku či konce, ni lístek nezachřestí, mechy, tiché obecenstvo věků, jež beze spatření mírně plynou, obrůstaji veliké ty obry, giganty času, snad oni povedou mne, třeba jsou tyto místem, kudy ONA toulala se kdys? Doba, prostor, voda uplývá, rostu a zapomínám. Uź jen málo v tebe sním, i přese to, cos byla mi, má nejdražší AUDHUMLO. Vzpomínky, rozzáří i chmurný den, avšak přátele čekají mne teď. Jdu. Bežím. Cválám a nechávám se unést našimi hrami přese všední den, novýma dobrodružstvíma, co čekají mě... 

                                   V rozptýlené lístky zbytečně nevzlykej,

                                                Ani pro Zí- třejší marný pláč,

                                            Šťastná buď teď, Drahá Lásko, a nelituj

                                                Že každý okamžik naší vášne může zmřít.

                                                                                                        -Omar Khayam

                                                                                   Sepsáno 15.9.14, dokončeno 18.10.14