WhatYouWant.

A little something River Bigby and myself knocked together over an afternoon in Rishikesh. (AudioInside). OriginalPoemBelow. YouAsked. 1|04|2018 What is it that I wrap, some presents straight from Santa’s sack, an art attack, a conscious crack and some extensive vocab, knows no limits, I don’t joke around, say what what must be said and by … Continue reading WhatYouWant.

SceneFour&AHighFive.

This part of the journey all starts fifteen minutes out of the bus station in jodhpur as some other backpackers and myself were pushed onto the public bus in hopes of finding a seat for the long journey ahead, we had to laugh as the driver insisted on one of us squish up to the … Continue reading SceneFour&AHighFive.

SceneTwo:Three

Its been a rough ride, as rough as the camel I rode in jeiselmere with its hump punching my nuts for two hours, to reach “the desert”, painting the picture it was more of a tiny patch of sand surrounded by shrubby undergrowth, with more than the normal amount of goats you would usually encounter … Continue reading SceneTwo:Three