Barefoot In The Himalayas follows A Forest Full Of Monkeys, and the story of how my life unfolded after I left Naples in Italy continues. While reading Barefoot In The Himalayas you will stay with me in Istanbul in 1972, in one of the city's sleaziest hotels, but in a room with a magnificent view of the Bosporus. In Herat you will go to a local restaurant frequented by tough looking men sporting long black beards and enormous turbans, to score some weed. In Kabul you will nearly die after smoking a chillum with a gorgeous dark lady. You will visit Bangladesh, and will risk being...