The Old, the High, and the Cyclists

“My religion is to live and die without regret.”

As we are sitting on the floor with the owner of our guest house stuffing and folding momos for dinner, we ease drop on the conversations up above on the patio through the vent. The intoxicated travelers above are talking loudly over the music they are blaring. These are the same people who came back at five am. this morning so drunk and high off of whatever drug they had managed to get ahold of that everyone, including the owners, poked their heads outside to check out the commotion.

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