Monday, November 27, 1995

Pokhara, the forty-eighth day




Talking with Mary, or rather to Mary is actually quite rewarding. Far from the divine, the feeling is still a bit like predicating, "renounce your sins of wasting money, learn foreign languages, travel the world ... "I do not know if my exhortations bear fruit, but anyway, she shows the attitude of a zealous disciple and I love it!“Why would I ask it for you in English, you can do it by yourself! "-Bong, I go ..."
Pokhara is a bit like a gigantic "Club Med" in the middle of the Himalayas, bananas, palms, exotic birds, small huts housing the shops of pareos, small ethnic performances during dinner ...

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