Hippie Syd and bike

Guillermo Forchino

“THE GOOD OLD HIPPIE DAYS” VW BUS

The goal of Rom, Alex, Anto and Jo was to know Katmandou. They wore long hair with lots of colorful ribbons and flowers. “Peace and Love” and “Flower Power” was their mantra and music was their passion.  They bought an old camper from a junk yard and painted it with large, colorful flowers.  They were seeking spiritual happiness far from materialistic and superficial society.  They hit the road following their karma direction Nepal.  Two days after leaving, the engine broke, they discovered they had no more money and their supplies were gone. They finally had to hitchhike home.  The years went by, they got jobs, had kids, loans, worries and that time of carefree and total liberty, that neither the bald heads of some nor the sprouts of grey hair of others could have forgotten, was far behind them.  In memory of their old spiritual quest, they decided to spend summer vacation redoing that famous canceled trip.  But this time with the kids, they were a total of nine.  They booked a package tour with a flight to Bali, which wasn’t quite Katmandou, but still had the advantage of a great Club Med.

  Not if your a Thief

By Syd Barrett........

I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black, I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.

I know a room of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.

Dance like no ones watching