Last night we got absolutely stoned on hash, first off we smoked a big chillum pipe then cigarettes and just kept on, we were blotto! completely detached from the surroundings, seemed to be making so much noise and laughing, everything seemed too funny for words.
Bev had game of golf yesterday cost 30 rupee. So many people live on the mission, they came out with Brian on his bus a year ago and they’ve been here ever since.
Wrote home again.
Last night all the hippies kept dropping in to smoke pot because they thought we were regular pot smokers, it was really weird.
Bev, still stoned, contemplating sleep under the mossie nets