At the purple haze bar. Indians can head bang and not hangout with girls just like
the real rockers
Me at a green house. Very pretty.
Time for a shave and head slap (massage)
King Burger: The Reality of Fast Food
The great Bombay Circus. Cool circus, cooler danger.
Outside the palace. We never went in though. I felt it was haunted.
On top of Mysore's cool hill mountain where the youngens go to make out.
Nandi, Shiva's steed. Maybe not Shiva, one of the three super gods.
Rhino, not a mobile for gods. Perhaps one of its own.
Me and Graeme.
Animals gobbling up garbage--and Indian Motif
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