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Like the Phoenix
In Nepal I hired a sherpa team to carry my trailer into the mountains. We set up camp, drank yak butter tea and sang a few rounds of Kumbaya. In the middle of the night I was startled awake by banshee-like yelling. There behind the campfire was the hindu god Kali. With her multiple flailing arms and Medusa-like head (sorry for all the mixed mythologies--that's what happens on a multiple continent/multiple god tour) she sliced off my head with her already bloody sword. The funeral was a mix of gospel music and chanting monks. My body was burned on a funeral pyre fit for a king. Afterwards, rising from the ashes, I felt absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. Thanks, Kali!
In Nepal I hired a sherpa team to carry my trailer into the mountains. We set up camp, drank yak butter tea and sang a few rounds of Kumbaya. In the middle of the night I was startled awake by banshee-like yelling. There behind the campfire was the hindu god Kali. With her multiple flailing arms and Medusa-like head (sorry for all the mixed mythologies--that's what happens on a multiple continent/multiple god tour) she sliced off my head with her already bloody sword. The funeral was a mix of gospel music and chanting monks. My body was burned on a funeral pyre fit for a king. Afterwards, rising from the ashes, I felt absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. Thanks, Kali!
