Maybe I'm ever so far: but, then, so be it.
Unless, in the sense that I'm no longer sure whether or not I recently already mentioned that.
Namely, in the sense that only German as a very good friend - I like to name them already friend, but I have not asked him if I could that - told me that India is the best travel destination of all.
"En India driffsch at each harrow to Wahnsinniga. So ebbes fendesch sonschd nergends uff the Weld. "
Maybe I should with this brief and clear recommendation for the India Tourism times - half half with him, honor - approach the world marketing office that remarkable country, the whole thing properly translated into English and German. ("You will meet a crazyman at every corner. Such a thing you will find nowhere else in the world.)
This worthy man, to whose words I had never been to doubt reason, told me - among other illustrious stories - including how he once went with a pretty Englishman crashed on tracking will make a guru identify the hinterpfuideibel into his cave red phone have.
And he had. Specially designated line to nowhere.
But he was now unfortunately the three days, which was to wait patiently my informant, aushäusig, litter carried by supporters as he himself could no longer walk.
Whether he was overcome this malaise after the consumption of 33 000 joints, or ten times the amount of murmuring mantras, or simply because you do not have to traipse around itself with a red phone, is not known to me.
After all, he had a cavity lined up, and not only a corner.
I will probably make over still not as quick to India.
The beggars were everywhere and were often only tamed by presenting or applying a rough Knüttels quarter consistently.
Even behind the only tree in the desert, where you once said to imagine calm before them, sitting only just quite yet.
No, my favorite holiday destinations - so far - are all located in Europe. The best way I eat my way through Belgium and northern Italy (Spain is a bit far), when I'm not abstracke in Mecklenburg on the lakes or the coast.
Japan and China would do me interested course ever (the Käs missing though, and tend to the wine, but otherwise ...), but I will not come as a single parent demolition contractor grade.
And, perhaps something mellow, soft, old become: The idea that all thieving monkeys, fleas, bugs, snakes, stray dogs, mosquitoes, droppings, latrines, half-decayed Sacred Cows, water bodies, if at all, only the crazy most of all Europeans around me around, so that the heavy rolling "r" of the people still remember me as the last of my Frankish second home in their English, not animated me, dahinzureisen where though after all but the pepper grows.
Jokes aside now: The reincarnation belief, that to the "Karma", paralyze this country fatal.
Per man, a guru and a temple, or, except for a few who justified exactly it out of misery.
No, India is in my opinion not a "spiritual" land.
Iceland might that be, too - if a little drunk - Russia.
It is not just spiritually, to sink and die in filth and between rats.
Wider Appeal to me a.
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