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This article has now been censored My apologies********************

Tick Tock - Even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day.

.So.... Robs continuing with master cleanse de - tox this week and taking extra adjustments from our friend and Miami yoga ace Wayne Krasner

& I've been getting into blog trouble with the **********

After being threatened Ive now taken parts of the diary off here ...









A warrior never gives up what he loves... but when your backs against the wall like this....


well... hear this..

If you ever go to India....
Whatever you do dont take pictures of politicians dancing ... defiantly dont publish them on a public blog during elections....  after feeling the wrath of local police demanding I remove everything on-line to which I refused an ensuing chase took place... Id already packed everything thinking something might go off and transferred to a friends place where I was now hiding on the roof while guys on mopeds knocked the door questioning the owner about my whereabouts. ...I ended up fleeing to  Banglore under and advice from the British Embassy I promptly returned to England a week earlier than planned....


Was an Indiana Jones Style ending to an otherwise nice and chilled out vacation. 
Peace xxx

A few days pass....

A cloudy day?
what the.....???
spent the weekend relaxing... shooting about town...
went up to chamundi hill on sunday... nice views.... spiritual vibe... chilled with the swarmi for a few.... irie.... Blasted back down twos up on a motorbike... sweet... wind in the hair... dust and flys in ur eyes... nice white shirt suitably brown... great... now im on my way to a ********... with hair to scair a witch doctor...

Smartening up on arival we were invited to meet **********... a line of people steadily meet and greet and after we watch one of the **************************************************...


Its a big affair.**********************************************
I watch the ******************************************************************************************************************************************. South Indian *********** are private....

**************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** very disappointing..

Tales From The River Bank....

Fishing again today in a spot a few hours from Mysore. We travel with Austin and meet for a breakfast of fresh fruit salad lovingly prepared by his mom,

after we jump in the mad van again with his father and later pick up two fishermen from a village near the river. There are some monsters lurking in the depths...75kilo fish not uncommon here....They cook up the magic bait for the Mahseer and bring some worms too....

they fish with bamboo rods.. I fish with my back up rod as my fave new one got mashed by Luftansa. Austin had repaired it but it now snapped in a different place.. god dam..

We travel through the city filling up the tyres at a petrol station. 6 big guys in small van thats why... and out into the countryside heading west to where two rivers meet.

We stop at a drinks stand and grap a glass of fresh lemon pop spiced with pepper... wow this drink was so refreshing. It was a pity rob decided to throw his over himself.... He was just about to say hey you better watch out for th... when he slipped down a hole.... After 30 minutes of giggling and 30 minutes on a road that rattled all our teeth out we finally reach our destination and have lunch. And what a fantastic chicken curry with ghee chapati... Thank you Hilda Bangera ;O) We fished for a few hours after... I missed a couple of monsters... I know there in here at least now.... the other guys caught a few small ones nothing of note... we seen plenty of swirls in the water with the occasional monster jumping but couldn't catch... still it was nice here... i watched two kingfishers plucking snacks of fish from the river... dam why not me... I needed to contemplate tactics.

Being with the Fishy'sI decided I needed to get closer with my fishy friends... and commandered the use of a natives corricle... now the thought of two in this flimsy boat type thing is ok... but 5? I ask if any crocs are present... no sir.... ok... cool... in for a penny we jump in and spread about... we are level with the surface of the river which is kinda weird... the boatman takes us into the middle where the two rivers meet... Its calm with a slow current... we dip in and out of trees casting here and there but it just wasnt happening fish wise... we head back drifting in the current watching the water turning gold in the setting sun... awesome moment here.... the simple life of fisherman seems very appealing...



To be continued.....

Back to School

Its a pity most of us now think that by ticking a box on facebook... we are making a diffence to the world......
Wake up eh!


If you want to change things... Try actually HELPING.

THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX

Today I go to a local school in Kesare, it is run to help under privileged children. Its an area close to the tourist area of St Philiminas Church in Mysore. The majority of families in this area are from Muslim backgrounds.The school, know as CWF Christian Womens Fellowship School has about 300 pupils and three classrooms.



It is run entirely on donations and the hard work
of the women volunteers.


This christmas they generated money by carol singing events. Not much help here from the Indian Government regarding the education of their children although they did sell the land to the school cheap and built three walls after much campaigning by Mr Ajubhai, a local social worker.
As it is now, the school still has only 3 walls.. this allows all sorts to wander through. On weekends vandals sometime trash the kids stuff and use the place as a toilet. Its a real shame.
They need to raise enough money for a 4th wall, this will allow them to play in peace and give the place the much needed security. The kids here were great too... The pictures speak for themselves.

Last year I worked with a similar organisation in the Philippines, Branchforth Foundation. helping raise awareness to the plight of forgotten people in flooded villages near Manila.
Thankfully after that publicity, vast quantity's of soil were brought into the area and the flooding was alleviated, for the next few years at least.

Im helping to highlight CWF school this year and hopefully we will try and raise enough funds their much needed 4th wall. This to me is an important cause. The teachers Hilda, Doris,Nagarathna,Norasma,Geetha & Sudha do such a great job on a shoe string budget... Different faiths helping each other for the worthiest cause.... the children... their next generation... Paypal donate system now in effect at the top of this page. Please, any help no matter how small will be appreciated.
Peace xxx