the travelling sociologist

Greetings from Mumbai Airport....

Have spent a fitful night drifting in and out of sleep here at the airport, reading, adjusting to the idea that in less than 24 hours I will be back in Berlin, adjusting to the fact that little more than 24 hours ago I was in goa.....here is a little account...

Events:

Spent the last evening hanging out with beach friends.....listening to their plans, making a few of my own... grabbed a couple of hours sleep....woke at 4 am, wandered down to meet my taxi driver... while waiting for him in front of the cafe/bar that I had been hanging out in the suave mystic passed by.... I was accompanied by the swede at the time, and the mystic mentioned to him the urgent pursuit of some woman or other.... after a brief hug i sent him off on his quest.... he walked a little.... spun around..... anounced to the still murmering beach 'when i am drunk i can do anything', and with that he and my goan beach life pretty much disappeared.... the murmers and chuckles of the gujarati boys drifted faintly out of some beach hut or other, but it drifted, like me, into the night....i was gone.....

All the evening the sense of an ending pervaded everything.... the fear and loathing boys, along with a couple of accomplices had spent the day acquiring drugs and music in true Hunter S Thompson style.... some kind of fear and loathing in kerela awaits them all in the new year.....

as for me, berlin awaits..... part of me is sorry not to have a chance to wander on now..... but i feel sure that now is not the time for me to wander on..... besides, I will definitely be back, of that I am pretty sure.....

Final conclusions and thoughts will follow when I am firmly back in Berlin..... for now, though, this is my final report from indian soil.....

lots of love to all

R