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Goodbye India, Hello Malaysia

There’s one more challenge to face before leaving India, and that doesn’t include a night in jail with cockroaches as dinner companions. My adventure to the Taj Mahal sums up India, with all its scams, characters, follies and beauty. Off to Kuala Lumpur, shocked by a modern city with no trash, no horns, and buildings straight out of Bladerunner. Further north in Penang, I visit Willy Wonka’s Fruit Farm, the largest Buddhist temple in SE Asia, and come face to face with monster bugs.

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The Meaning of Life in Dharamsala

After an overcrowded night train deposits me in the hands of a lovesick rickshaw driver, I am fortunately spared the effects of the tragic earthquake that rocked the region. Safely amidst the snowy foothills of the Himalayas, I discover the perfect environment to find the meaning of life, learn something about Buddhism and explore the past, present and future of the Chinese-Tibetan conflict. Fortunately, His Holiness the Dalai Lama is in town to assist.

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Delhi, and Finding Myself in Rishikesh

Arriving in Delhi’s notorious Pahar Ganj backpacker ghetto, it took just two hours to find myself en-route to Delhi’s underworld. Meeting an old friend, I explore the best and worst of India’s capital, particularly its odors. A night bus from hell later, I go looking for myself along the Ganges, amongst temples, ashrams, holy men, waterfalls and monkeys. Enlightenment is ultimately achieved, shortly before having my buttocks fondled by a yoga class while standing on my head.

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Monsoons and Tattoos in Goa

The monsoon played out like a wounded tiger, forcing me to stay put with the Mafia for company. Then paradise arrived, allowing me to bullet around the rice paddies by scooter, exploring beaches, towns, and colorful local characters. While the music may die early, Israeli special forces arrive to ensure no-one else does. Following an Ayurvedic massage, the time arrives to conquer my fear of needles and physically ensure my adventures will be remembered.

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Cherry Bombs in Bombay, a Night Train to Goa

Anxious to believe the bad stuff, I nervously arrive in Bombay to exploding cherry bombs. Festivities abound, along with colour, contrasts and sensory overload. Absorbing it all, I go under the laser before catching a night train to Hippie Trance Central in Goa, recalling the best of Brazil. A funny thing happened on the way to my Expectations.

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Eat, Sleep, Play

Malaysia stands apart in Modern Gonzo for a couple of reasons. read more

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