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The hippy, hippy shake

It was 1971. I was travelling on various buses and trains with an Aussie friend on the Hippy Trail to Kathmandu from the UK.

We were in Afghanistan on a local bus to destinations east. I had recently become intimately acquainted with the infamous "Delhi Belly", a condition with a vast geographical reach, particularly on the Indian subcontinent. I cringed and puckered with every bump in the road and prayed fervently for a stop.

Finally we came to a halt at one of those primitive roadside

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