So a little about the atmosphere in Bagsu.........
A typical day starts at about six to six thirty when Didi (the aunty) rings her bell to purify the air. The family have just built a shrine to Shiva and made puja the other day chanting mantras and burning incense and er, much to my dislike they slaughtered a poor goat. Then the sweeping and the chatting and setting up tables and chairs while all us backpackers stirr from a heavy nights sleep. Then the coughing and ablutions followed by the early morning coffee addicts getting their first fix of the day.
Some time around nine or ten most people are up and chatting over breakfast. The big question weather or not to go to Sansu's place about five minutes down the hill or stay at Evergreen is on everyone's mind. (His breakfast's are better).
This morning as I was at Sansu's a friend I met last year (an Italian) suddenly popped an acid tab into his mouth with a sip of coffee as we were chatting. I decided to stay and watch him come up on his trip. He is a funny chap and lets just say I left and went back to Evergreen laughing all the way. Hope I see him later to find out what he's been up to. My tripping days are over but I like to be around fun people. It's like free tickets to a show.
Bagsu Is pretty full now and when going up and down the hill from one restaurant to another one is hit by the pockets of Israelis and Russians. The rest of us seem evenly mixed. A few people sit on the sides of the hill and sell their Jewelry or play various instruments or just sit and chat and drink chai.The smell of charras wafting by fairly often and people lying about quietly stoned with anything from Bob Marley to psy trance calling you to one tribe or another.
There is a good group of people staying at Evergren but a lot of inevitable comings and goings.
My reiki teacher and his girlfriend handed me the top floor room with a super view and passed the reiki mantle on to me. I was sad to see them go and hope to reconnect with them both next year. I got off my arse and now I am doing regular treatments and about to take my second class this weekend. It's exciting to watch it grow in front of me. The clients all seem to leave more than happy.
I plan to hang around until the end of the month.
I never saw the tripping Italian again that day but the next morning he appeared as usual for his morning coffee seemingly unenlightened by his experience.
A typical day starts at about six to six thirty when Didi (the aunty) rings her bell to purify the air. The family have just built a shrine to Shiva and made puja the other day chanting mantras and burning incense and er, much to my dislike they slaughtered a poor goat. Then the sweeping and the chatting and setting up tables and chairs while all us backpackers stirr from a heavy nights sleep. Then the coughing and ablutions followed by the early morning coffee addicts getting their first fix of the day.
Some time around nine or ten most people are up and chatting over breakfast. The big question weather or not to go to Sansu's place about five minutes down the hill or stay at Evergreen is on everyone's mind. (His breakfast's are better).
This morning as I was at Sansu's a friend I met last year (an Italian) suddenly popped an acid tab into his mouth with a sip of coffee as we were chatting. I decided to stay and watch him come up on his trip. He is a funny chap and lets just say I left and went back to Evergreen laughing all the way. Hope I see him later to find out what he's been up to. My tripping days are over but I like to be around fun people. It's like free tickets to a show.
Bagsu Is pretty full now and when going up and down the hill from one restaurant to another one is hit by the pockets of Israelis and Russians. The rest of us seem evenly mixed. A few people sit on the sides of the hill and sell their Jewelry or play various instruments or just sit and chat and drink chai.The smell of charras wafting by fairly often and people lying about quietly stoned with anything from Bob Marley to psy trance calling you to one tribe or another.
There is a good group of people staying at Evergren but a lot of inevitable comings and goings.
My reiki teacher and his girlfriend handed me the top floor room with a super view and passed the reiki mantle on to me. I was sad to see them go and hope to reconnect with them both next year. I got off my arse and now I am doing regular treatments and about to take my second class this weekend. It's exciting to watch it grow in front of me. The clients all seem to leave more than happy.
I plan to hang around until the end of the month.
I never saw the tripping Italian again that day but the next morning he appeared as usual for his morning coffee seemingly unenlightened by his experience.
