"It was a wonderful experience interacting with you and appreciate the way you have planned and executed the whole publication process within the agreed timelines.”
Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh Pal
I had a breathtaking, heartbreaking love affair with an Indian sex goddess as introverted as a clam. I met the woman of my dreams in Kabul, and nearly dropped dead after smoking hashish with her. I was approached in Colombo's Viharmahadevi Park by a shady character with some shocking proposals to make. I crossed guerrilla infested areas of Bangladesh, and met Bohomongri, the Bohomong King, a ninety nine year old man as dynamic and horny as a teenager. In 1974. while the main highway to Kathmandu was crumbling, as it usually does during the monsoon, I hiked through silent valleys and high mountain passes to reach what was at that time the fabulous destination of the hippies. All this and much more in Barefoot in the Himalaya.
G. Albero
My new, unconventional life started on a hot and sunny South Italian day in 1972. Until then I'd been an average, restless, and dissatisfied young Neapolitan. That fateful day, in the morning, my whole world changed.
I was trying to follow a lecture at the University of Naples. The antique hall was packed. Standing sweaty and confused way back behind a thick crowd of allegedly eager learners, I could not understand a word of what the lecturer was saying. I felt anxious and frustrated. I wanted to leave that antique hall and breathe some fresh air. What I really wanted to do was travel to faraway lands; explore the world; live the life of a true adventurer. As a consequence, a few weeks later I left Naples, and a long journey began. At present I reside in a relatively peaceful small village in South India, and aside from writing and hoping that some day sweating over a keyboard will pay off, what I do very seriously nowadays is my best to stay out of troubles.
