![]() ![]() 3001 Table Top Racing: World Tour Tabletop Simulator Taboos: Cracks Tachyon Project Tachyon: The Fringe Tacoma Tactics & Strategy Master 2: Princess of Holy Light Tactics Ogre: Reborn Tad the Lost Explorer Tahira: Echoes of the Astral Empire Taimumari Tainted Grail: Conquest Taito Legends Taito Legends 2 Take Off Take On Helicopters Take On Mars Take That Tale of Ninja: Fall of the Miyoshi Tales Tales from Candlekeep Tales From Off-Peak City Vol. Inescapably, I found more rogues than saints to write about – although the real star of the book is that extraordinary country Mother India herself.There are 1,058 record(s) in this category. It is warmhearted, and witty without mockery. The majority of the book is set in India and is as observant and informative as a worthwhile travel book should be. ![]() ![]() In particular there were two troupes of the big and noble langur monkeys, with whom there was always mutual respect between us – but there were also the baser rhesus macaques, who, with inherent mischief, agreed to a long and determined fight ahead. I lived at ground level in a tiny riverside stone house, quite alone in semi-jungle, where the abundant wildlife began to accept me and gradually come closer. I also wanted to recall the fun of my previous travel scrapes, and then to present them in alternate chapters – thus running in juxtaposition the two story-lines would close together in an ending I could not foresee along the way. It was an exceptionally tough, lawless and feverish area, so there were certain to be exciting times ahead. There to pen a book unfolding in the here-and-now, in an area strewn with huge boulders within the ruins of a carved granite city. One dawn, after sleeping surrounded by a herd of wild elephants, on a platform up in a tree on an Indian game reserve, and in serious need of a way to end this unsatisfactorily phoney lifestyle, I hit on a eureka solution – simply to overstay my Indian tourist visa and settle down as a recluse in Hampi in rural South India for four years. There I lost my worries in mountain trekking and fell in love with Hunza and the Karakoram snow peaks – until it was time to make some money again. Soon after this I fell out very heavily with a criminal in Seoul, and had to go on the run via Hong Kong and Macau and then right across the breadth of China to the safety of dear old Pakistan. In seven flights from Paris to Tokyo, working for a Chinese gang, I wheeled in 21 jumbo suitcases of top brand perfumes. That trip was followed up a year later by eighteen months in a Lebanese prison for three kilos of hashish I was traveling with – which is a story lightly told and soon forgotten, as years later I became a compulsive smuggler. For the golden age of motoring was also the golden age of hitch-hiking. It was a roadside lifestyle that was first kick-started for me by the thrills of hitching on the old Hippie Trail to India, and back again in 1970. Monkey Mischief is a travel book of alternative adventures on the road out East – many were risky, some were illegal. To err is human – and to get away with it is fun. ![]()
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