Another book on drugs. But it begins with hashish, and do not stop there. Throughout his journey through Asia, which leads Lebanon in Kathmandu, the hero (or the author, it would seem that it is autobiographical) lives on the fringes of so-called normal society. It is the 60, he rejoind hippies communities without ever really be a part, and year after year, through the Middle East and Central Asia, and India, to finish in Nepal. So it is a travelogue of the most bushy we book with anecdotes moults and this is only at the destination, even if it is by chance that he will end up in the Himalayas, that it arises and then starts its journey through drugs. And it's hard. It's not a nice book addicts who advocate consumption, but of one who falls into it then that almost did not escape.
