Sorry, I know it's rude to make such nondescriptive posts like that, but I was really tired and just wanted to say something before I went to sleep for the next 24 hrs or so. It was just a psychodelic experience basically, where the dosage was just a little too high for me. My main fondness of the vacation was sitting with Rob at the cafes during the day, people watching and discussing the past, present, and future. Shrooming has been tons of fun in the past, but a gram of Hawaiian is apparently too much for me these days to handle myself out in public. I was suppose to hang with Rob until his train left, but I couldn't make it and opted for a cab ride back to the safety of my hotel room. It was probably a terrible thing to leave a friend in that condition at a train station, but it really wasn't a choice for me at that moment. Anyway, I made it back to the the hotel room safe and sound and within the hour Rob showed up again because he missed his train. I was really glad actually that he made it back because I was in major guilt from leaving him there and I wanted to say "sorry". He actually managed to reschedule his train in that condition and everything... I was proud of him because I couldn't have tied my shoes. It was a long, long night after that without any sleep at all, with voices swirling around my head in foreign languages and jumps through various memories, and a stomach that wouldn't quit torturing me. The night before the shrooms I was mugged walking home. I wasn't hurt, but my pants were ripped off from the six guys who attacked me and my wallet with everything that legally makes me, me was taken. The most embarrassing part was having to wave down a cab in my underwear and ask for a ride, even though I didn't have any money. The cabby was very generous. Anyway, I didn't think I was going to tell that part of the story, but I guess there it is. I believe that it sent my thoughts in a bad direction during the next night of shrooms which aided in my inability to handle being out in public in an altered state. The good thing is that I left my passport in my suitcase, so I didn't have any problems getting home. Last night, back in England, I woke up and there were hands reaching around the corner of my bedroom door throwing butterflies and flies into my room. It really scared me until I realized that hallucinations are part of the game with shrooms (even though it was the next day) The metaphor I guess is pretty clear to me. I hope that was the last night of shit like that though.