Come on baby light my fire

I am out of synch. Forgive.

The time? 4am. 15 Israeli travellers and I have just been thrown off a bus on the outskirts of Gokarna. We are all trying to make our way to Om Beach. One would think the fact that we were travelling to Om Beach would be a good sign. Om which in Hinduism is uttered as a mantra and in affirmations and blessings.

We travelled up through the hills to the cliff which overlooks the beach. On our travels a few joints and my Honey Bee (Indian brandy) is passed about between the lot of us. I find myself sharing a joint with a terribly attractive guy. He is a cross between Billy Crudup aka Russell the base player with mystique in Almost famous (google please) and Charles Manson (google again). He tells me I look like a doll. He later kisses me as we are hunting for firewood and I wonder if once again I am a sucker for a musician (he is carrying a guitar) or it is the whole 70s 'peace' thing.

We then become like many goats of India and scale down the cliffs towards the beach. No lives are lost on our journey - we are all Jews and well used to the trekking non?. We light a camp fire on the beach as it is only 5am and the guesthouses are not open. We share a few more joints and listen to The Doors -

You know that it would be untrue

You know that I would be a liar

If I was to say to you

Girl, we couldn't get much higher

Come on baby, light my fire

Come on baby, light my fire

Try to set the night on fire

The time to hesitate is through

No time to wallow in the mire

Try now we can only lose

And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on baby, light my fire

Come on baby, light my fire

Try to set the night on fire, yeah

And the sun rises...