Was back in India over summer. Was wanting to go to this place called Kodaikanal, shroom capital of the country, it grows by the fields and acres. It is technically illegal, but the law enforcement is next to non existent. One day I was sittin round with my buddies (couple of stoners and some non-stoners), and we decided to make a spontaneous trip to kodai that very evening. Long story short, the rest of them backed out. I told myself I was going, on my own, it was something I wanted to do, and I was in a spiritual state, trusting the universe completely. Headed back to my place with the stoners, had them roll me 4-5 js for the trip, smoked a couple of jays with them, packed bare basics and about 2500 indian rupees ( 60$) for the trip. Dressed like a vagabond, intentionally. Usual attire is very well groomed, t-shirt/shirt, jeans, boots. Wore shorts (I never wear shorts), and a very scraggly, loose shirt that I left half unbuttoned. Left the place to my friends to chill at for the night, and left for the bus station. Wanted to take an A/C Volvo bus for this 16 hour trip. I got there at departing time for the last buses. There were no volvo buses. I asked one of the conductors if there was a bus to Kodai, he told me that the only way to get there at that time would be to take 3 un-airconditioned, cramped with homeless people buses that connect at various villages. Anywhere in the world was my home, any and all people were my friends. I got on promptly. Buses looked something like this: Still had my hair spiked from a party earlier, and of course I looked and behaved nothing like the low economic strata people who were in the bus, and it called attention to me. The possibility of it bothering me never once rose up. Decided to eat some hash. Popped a large piece of very potent manali cream, and chewed on it for 20 minutes, eating very little at a time (increased surface area gets you MUCH higher than eating the whole piece). Smoked a cigarette or a j (dont remember) out the window of the moving bus (sat at the absolute back window). Didn't care what the others thought. In fact, I found various people at the back of the bus sparking up cigarettes at their windows after watching me smoke. Constraints..there are none - take the world with you wherever you go. Went to sleep (night bus at 11pm). Was woken up at the station tripping BALLS. Tripped harder on this hash than on any substance. Was still in my state, but was at a ridiculously dirty, smelly bus station, no clue where I was or which bus I had to get on, smiling my ass off drawing alot of attention because I was swaggering and grinning. I then saw a stray dog that came up to me wagging its tail. In that crazy world, the dog's pure and uninhibited love for a stranger was all that made any sense, and I just stood there and smiled/petted him. Can't find an exacting pic of a similar bus station, but this one is close in how crowded it is. All the bus stations in my trip were 5x as dirty and not nearly as sophisticated (the pic is a bus station in a metropolitan city, these were village bus stations) Managed to find the right bus and got on. It was a beautiful night ride, the scenery was gorgeous, and the wind in my hair was just fucking fantabulous. Smoked a j or two and a half pack of cigarettes out the window. Went to sleep. Woke up to a small stop for breakfast. It was a beautiful morning, the hash had worn off. I got down, walked down to a guy selling tender coconut water and bought one. , (not me in the pic, random google pic) Some dogs were playing with each other with unbridled ebulience. I just stood and watched. Smoked a J while watching them. Got back on the bus and carried on. The next bus station wasn't too far off, and I reached there mid-day in sweltering heat. I ate breakfast at a nearby small-time local eating house, and got on my bus and waited. Was sweating balls, but was still in my spiritual state, and I loved everything that was happening to me and around me. Note that in the past I used to have a, perhaps elitist, dislike for the locals of lower economic strata in india and the lifestyles they lead and the dirt they lived around. I forgot that I had ever felt that way, I felt nothing but love for all the odd looking characters I saw around me. Bus left finally. Daytime ride of about 4 hours to my final destination, Kodai. Don't remember much of this ride..smoked some cigs out the window, the heat made me fall deeply asleep. Got to the foothills of kodai, and the bus started its ascent up. The ride up was fucking beautiful. Ive been to these kind of hillstations before, but with other people and not in a spiritual state nor with spiritual intentions, and so never saw even an iota of the beauty that I beheld that day. Finally got to kodai at around 6pm. Will post the rest in abit.