They call us pinkus

The deeper I get into the Himalayas the more difficult is going to be to get access to the Internet - good excuse for eventual lack of updates.

Now I'm in Shimla, a very popular hill station, lots of indian tourists but also some whites, (we're are just everywhere). I was hanging around lost and I found some locals getting drunk in a kind of picnic place, it was a good-bye party. They invited me to join and in the heat of the conversation they told me they call us pinkus, "the pink foreigners".

One of them in particular was amazing. Doing nothing for a living (he has some land), a drunkard, in favor of the Palestine cause in such an extreme way that you could say that he's a neo-nazi, but also very very spiritual.

At sunset there was a beautiful view and the birds were singing. He told me if I could feel god in that beauty. I answered that I saw it was beautiful but there is beauty in a way in my hometown as well and I never felt god there, so why here. He agreed, that's exactly the problem with all the western people, he said, looking for something which actually they will not find in India but only on "their perception".

For me this guy could be the archetype of indian spirituality, (maybe not the one of the enlightened, but of the common folk).