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.