Malana (India) 2005
Posted: Sat 13th Jan 2018 02:19 pm
The Utopia thread reminded me about Malana cream and my going to Malana in 2005 in search of it, so dug out a few pics to share.
In April and May of 2005 I spent the two months (of a nine month trip to the Indian sub-continent) in Parvatti valley, the champagne region for Indian charas. On the way to the valley you climb up for hours on treacherous roads and often look out the window and see nothing but a 30 metre drop (approx. 100ft for those who haven't heard of the joys of the metric system) as the roads were so narrow. Many times we came to roadblocks where the mountain had fallen down on the road. We would have to climb over the boulders and wait until a bus came to collect us on the other side which was usually a few hours.
When I got to the valley I first stayed in in a town called Jari and then Kasol, or little Tel Aviv as I used to call it due to a proliferation of Israelis. They even had Israeli rabbis there to save any of them who took too much acid or smoked too many chillums, it was very wierd.
Anyway one fine morning I made the trek up to Malana which didn't have a road at the time. I believe with the hydro power station program of the Indian government this has now changed, but it took us 2 hours to hike up. The place was interesting to say the least, you could not touch the locals as they were a special caste (not untouchables, they were special as in revered). This made for fun times when going to the local shop. They would put a chair outside the shop, you told them what you wanted, they put it out on the chair and you took it and left the money on the chair. They were so afraid we would touch them as it had religious implications. It nevers ceases to amaze me the bullshit people will believe when they haven't had access to a good education and even that won't save everyone. That said in Malana the people were quite sheltered from the ourside world, cut off for much of the year due to the climate at that altitude. When leaving Malana to get back down to Kasol we hiked over a pass which was 3600m (12,000 ft) so you can imagine winter up there!
Up there we stayed in a guesthouse especially made for unclean non-locals like myself and we met this cool Italian guy I'll never forget, it was strange how many Italians were in that valley, a lot of hashish aficionados
One of them I met another time in Bangkok by shear chance and we got really drunk together and reminisced about India, he was deported for reasons I won't go into.
Needless to say we got some of the local cream, which was of a really gooey consistency and probably more suitable for dabbing rather than chillums. As I asked in the Utopia thread, was there even dabbing in 2005? I think the nearest thing I'd ever seen to dabbing at that time was hot knives!
Anyway, for someone used to, up until that point, smoking shitty Moroccan soapbar hash, this stuff was beyond a revelation. In general the charas in India was, but this was another level. I always remember a few days after we got back down to Kasol and I smoked a few chillums with two guys from London and I was walking back to my place and I was fully sure I was floating. Considering it was 12 years ago I forget lots of it and the two months blend together somewhat in a haze, it's pretty cool that this memory sticks out.
Malana in the morning, after some light snow

Malana from other angles


View from the pass at 3600m

Stream outside the village

I miss India, I should go back.
In April and May of 2005 I spent the two months (of a nine month trip to the Indian sub-continent) in Parvatti valley, the champagne region for Indian charas. On the way to the valley you climb up for hours on treacherous roads and often look out the window and see nothing but a 30 metre drop (approx. 100ft for those who haven't heard of the joys of the metric system) as the roads were so narrow. Many times we came to roadblocks where the mountain had fallen down on the road. We would have to climb over the boulders and wait until a bus came to collect us on the other side which was usually a few hours.
When I got to the valley I first stayed in in a town called Jari and then Kasol, or little Tel Aviv as I used to call it due to a proliferation of Israelis. They even had Israeli rabbis there to save any of them who took too much acid or smoked too many chillums, it was very wierd.
Anyway one fine morning I made the trek up to Malana which didn't have a road at the time. I believe with the hydro power station program of the Indian government this has now changed, but it took us 2 hours to hike up. The place was interesting to say the least, you could not touch the locals as they were a special caste (not untouchables, they were special as in revered). This made for fun times when going to the local shop. They would put a chair outside the shop, you told them what you wanted, they put it out on the chair and you took it and left the money on the chair. They were so afraid we would touch them as it had religious implications. It nevers ceases to amaze me the bullshit people will believe when they haven't had access to a good education and even that won't save everyone. That said in Malana the people were quite sheltered from the ourside world, cut off for much of the year due to the climate at that altitude. When leaving Malana to get back down to Kasol we hiked over a pass which was 3600m (12,000 ft) so you can imagine winter up there!
Up there we stayed in a guesthouse especially made for unclean non-locals like myself and we met this cool Italian guy I'll never forget, it was strange how many Italians were in that valley, a lot of hashish aficionados
Needless to say we got some of the local cream, which was of a really gooey consistency and probably more suitable for dabbing rather than chillums. As I asked in the Utopia thread, was there even dabbing in 2005? I think the nearest thing I'd ever seen to dabbing at that time was hot knives!
Anyway, for someone used to, up until that point, smoking shitty Moroccan soapbar hash, this stuff was beyond a revelation. In general the charas in India was, but this was another level. I always remember a few days after we got back down to Kasol and I smoked a few chillums with two guys from London and I was walking back to my place and I was fully sure I was floating. Considering it was 12 years ago I forget lots of it and the two months blend together somewhat in a haze, it's pretty cool that this memory sticks out.
Malana in the morning, after some light snow

Malana from other angles


View from the pass at 3600m

Stream outside the village

I miss India, I should go back.

