The Trail To Kathmandu (1970's): Travel Memoirs of a Hippy by Ash Lingam

Author:Ash Lingam [Lingam, Ash]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-10-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20: Kabul a Haze of Smoke

Finally, the weary bus drivers pulled into Kabul, to the bus park up on Chicken Street. There was another bus there, but it was heading east so no worries. Marley and George figured they should be able to pick up two or three passengers there, or even more, if they are lucky.

They went to a hotel where they trusted the owners and who had a compound to lock the bus in at night. Then the two drivers would hang around the bus on Chicken Street most of the day, to not miss any westbound hippies. They kept themselves amused talking to the hippies, the other bus drivers, and Afghanis while drinking tea. The sign in the window of the white bus stated their destinations.

TEHRAN – ISTANBUL – ATHENS - AMSTERDAM

Everything was free for George and Marley Willow at the hotel, and the hotel workers began to make sure that each of the passengers off the bus got a chance to smoke the most potent hash they had ever smoked. Some of them were not ready for it, especially the young Austrian guys. George noted that the French junkie disappeared as soon as they had arrived in Kabul.

These young Austrians were so stoned, that they were walking around in a trance. Happy travelers. Eating and hanging out. Making visits to places they were told about. The main street for the Hippy Tribe was Chicken Street, where the overland buses parked during the daytime.

George and Marley figured there would be no way to get all these stoned out hippies ready to go on the next leg of the trip too soon. So, when they put the sign up on the bus, it informed everyone they could find, that the whole bunch would be leaving at 11:00 AM, four days from that day. They then wandered to go off to get some first-class food on Chicken Street and out for an afternoon stroll in the ancient city of Kabul.

While in the capital of Afghanistan they had scored some hash that had the texture of butter. You could stretch it like putty. It was incomparable in quality. Only George and Marley scored this hash. They kept all they bought for their own stash. Not for non-resident freaks. Since the Afghani hash the passengers scored was still the best hash they had ever had, none of them complained about the bus drivers having something better yet.

The most famous hash was said to come from the Afghani and Russian border, on the Russian side. It is supposed to be white, but in all of Marley’s travels he only heard about it. He had never personally seen this mystery hashish.

This soft Afghani butter hash was the best he had seen in all his years of travel and was always found in minimal quantities of fifty or a hundred grams at most. It was said to be hand-pressed in the high mountain region where it was frigidly cold.

Pollen hash is made differently than the resin hash made in Nepal.

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