I cannot leave what is happening.....is this how they get you...I leave Darshan...walk straight into Hernan...there is major snot and trauma....tears...him speaking Spanish me speaking English....oh my GAWD!!!!....out for dinner with Jean, Walter and new friend from Cape Town (so divine) Ian McFarlane...and it is my farewell....and I still don't leave....it is really ridiculous...we go back to the Apartment...Ian is doing Reike and massaging Jean's feet....Hernan and I are outside talking....monkeys jumping on the next balcony, the moon is mind blowwing....and I still don't leave....I wake up in the morning I half pack my bags...we go to the German bakery for breakfast...except I have turned Ian on to Gobi Manchurian...so he has to have that as well for Breakfast...I then leave before them, to do my final packing, I pass the Blue Lagoon, Hernan is having tea so I join him...he walks me back to the apartment...we do major bye byes...his final words are "don't leave"....and I am still BLOODY HERE....
2 comments:
nice very nice i cant believe i was so worried you were in the tahg mahal with some hottie when are you near a telephone you know those old fashioned things i still love them you have such similar taste as mine lots you completely micky
i ment love you much micky americans cant spell
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