Barefoot in the Himalaya

It is not easy for a fifty year old man to deal with an exotic nineteen year old beauty from New Caledonia infatuated with him, and neither is loving a thirty year old Indian stunner, who is a sex goddess, but as introverted as a clam. September 1974. Take your chances while the main highway to Kathmandu is crumbling, because of heavy rains, and go on a hike crossing high passes and silent valleys to reach what was then the fabulous destination of the hippies. Meet the woman of your dreams in Kabul, and nearly drop dead after smoking hashish with her. Be approached in Viharmahadevi Park in Colombo by a shady character who has some shocking proposals to make. All this and much more in Barefoot in the Himalaya, my second autobiographical novel.