Enchanted Gipsy Town
An enchanted Nomad’s Land where no rules reign and gypsies live in harmony with camels. I was greeted like a king and spent a wonderful night with this family. The least I can do is mention their names: Jino’s on the left and Zaio’s in the middle. The children don’t need names anymore than they need ethics!
What happens when you get sick?
That question comes up from time to time. The truth is, it almost never happens. Living outside is healthy. However, this is the story of when it does happen:
I drank from a stream, as usual. After all the ugly rivers I drank from in south Asia without getting sick, what could possibly happen in a little French countryside creak? Here’s what happened: as it turns out, just upstream was a giant evil chemical factory run by satan’s minions. And the devil knows what could’ve been in that water. He could’ve told me, by the way. I guess that’s just not what devils do. I then spent an entire night in abdominal hell, my guts’ content coming out from both sides. In the morning, I was a zombie looking for any kind of help, and I had to do that by hauling around my crab home by bicycle. The good news is, I found plenty of help in a little village nearby, where the locals invited me in, treated me great, and we even jammed some blues together. Within a few days, my digestive system regained consciousness.