Let's start with the person who introduced me to most of the other people mentioned in this blog entry, Brianna. This small (dare I say petite) aussygirl has traveled SE-Asia with extremely tight budget. Apparently the shortcomings in money give you such privileges as steeling toilet paper and candles from unsuspecting restaurants. She also has a tendency to tell people how unhealthy their food is once its in front of them. Moving on to the Montana hippie Benja. No, It's not short for Benjamin. It's really just Benja! Living out of Jesusland for the last couple of years, the guy has managed to film a non-profit documentary about the suffering of some SE-Asia tribes, gotten some tattoos in the middle of the jungles of Laos and worked previously in the eastern part of Europe in rural areas doing farm work. Even though he is full of great stories, he has (accordingly to his home country) a hard time listening to what other people say. On a side note I might add that he has studied physics, worked as musician in a circus and lived for one year in Varanasi.
Then we have the Irish Nile who has spend the last 6-7 winters in Nepal mostly para gliding. Even though with his photography and drawing skills, the guy seems to be "out there" somewhere. Maybe his mind is stuck in the clouds because he keeps writing "no grinding" on the fireplace with coals. At the moment the guys para glider is stuck in Kathmandu with customs because of a mailing error and he's trying to befriend himself with a member of the customs so that they could smuggle the glider out without paying for the extra customs. Lorenzo is a Sicilian born Brit who has stuck to my mind because of his cruel humor and perverse thoughts. He foul mouths to every local person with bad English and makes sexual suggestions to every girl starting from 16 years and up. And that doesn't even include the marriage proposals. On the second week I managed to meet (and avoid after that) a skinnier, whiter and taller Billy. The boy from kangarooland had to be one of his countries top ten sightseeing attractions if nothing else than his exploded orange hair. Meeting him for the first time in the Shivas restaurant had to be one of the anticlimax points of my trip so far. The master of thrash talking and fly-talking vanished to thin air after terrorizing the city for three days... some say deported.
Then theres Owen. The other bartender/owner of the bar Titicaca hails from Ireland also. And has a even more morbid sense of humor than I do. And which often goes to the point of not being humorous but down right cold. He has a certain confidence that reminds me of Finnish people. The French girl Alice is the newest add on to the people who hang around the bar Titicaca. The viola playing girl has a Swedish boyfriend who's name is also Timo! A name (by the boyfriends terms) that isn't used anywhere in the nordic countries! What a load of crap. Travis has arrived to Pokhara from the city of Philadelphia and is a real down to earth motorman. Having earned his living as a tattoo artist, the man has had lunch with the vice president of Hell's Angels, seen some closeup knife fights and attended a Japanese tattoo conference. Let's not forget that the other owner/bartender of Titicaca starts every conversation with the phrase "Dude".
Beside these charming personalities we also have a 50 year old French male bale dancer, a lunatic Italian and a hyperactive polish guy. And you would love all of them. The only downside to the people is the ability understand my humor while their under the influence of hash/ganga. Which is to say, constant. In a way it feels like my very own "One flew over the cuckoos nest". Everybody assumes that I'm as crazy as they are and yet I'm a like a fly on the wall with the secret eyes. It's off to the mountains for now so I will see you in two weeks or so!
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http://picasaweb.google.com/timo.laaksonen/
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