Feb 8th, 2010 - I
have to see a man about a snake. Tomorrow I head a couple of hours
south of Dhaka to roam around a village of snake charmers.....I
think. Would it really be me if I had any true idea about what I was
getting myself into? No, no it would not. I have a guide who will
bring me to a village to meet a 'mentor'. Not really sure what that
means but I am told he is one of the head charmers, the charmer in
charge if you will. What do these people do exactly? They charm the
friggin pants off snakes, sell medicines, and predict the
future.....I think (Okay I made up that last one up). I've been told
they even keep these slitherers in every room of their house.
Provocative, isn't it? It will probably just be some guy that has
been hit by lightning 13 times who drools a lot and hisses
uncontrollably while wrestling a stuffed python he received as gift
from his mother. I suppose that scenario does have its appeal also.
Guess I'll find out tomorrow...probably.
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