mandi

Mandi was a sweet little city on the confluence of two rivers…in India these are always holy places so the town was filled with great temples and bridges and sunken shopping centers and scissors big enough to chop your arms off. We took a day trip out to this holy lake town that was mostly Tibetan and had so many fish in the lake that im sure youd be drown upon falling in…that or have your eyeballs sucked out…they were carp…not very dangerous realistically speaking…but whatever.
Our neighbors back at the guesthouse invited us over for tea and ended up being amazing middle agers from Ireland. They had bought a motorbike upon arrival and were getting around just fine despite all the mad truckers in the mnts and their outstanding 900lbs loads…they were big. Anyways, the guy was one of the og members of mutated waste…some legendary art group from London…whose members I tend to meet in exotic places. The lady was very sweet, and makes a living designing tea cozies…sounds gay right…but she showed us some pictures and they were fucking amazing…all hand knitted and intricate with depictions of heaven and hell and all sorts of other crazy ideas and colors and bangles and whatnots…brilliant beyond words. that’s gotta be one of the best things about traveling…all the crazy motherfuckers you meet along the way…I love it…I have friends all over the world now…it’s a life goal to travel around and visit them all…till then, it’s a lonely road and the unknown. code