There is a small town in the far north of India which sits just about the base of the Himalayas & I had a a small adventure there as I played the game of bailing out some friends on a dope charge from the stockade where the chief smoked hashish with a smile & a jailed sadhu who’d chopped someone’s head off in a ritual because he became the goddess Kali for awhile taught the four of them some yoga,
but mostly I remember it because of the complete & utter peace I found to be just sitting by the river & letting the sound of it as it tumbled through the rocks wipe my mind clean & I was at peace at last,
but I moved on after awhile to the town of Simla further north & there I saw a dancing bear & the Himalayan snows & so I guess there are always new places to be aren’t there.