My life as a Porn (Pawn) Star

Follow us to Manali!  Road to Manali

No plan survives first contact with the enemy.  As some of you may remember, we should be heading north to Kashmir after Mcleod Ganj, but road conditions are not allowing that so we are shifting to plan Bravo.  South to Manali and then up into the Himalays.

Nice ride out today……..very slow around 30 miles an hour for the first 5 hours today as we weave our way towards  Mandi for a little lunch.  Roll in and have a great lunch, about six plates of food each, non-HFC Pepsi, three bottles of water setting us back 340 R……..six fitty ‘Murrican.  Head out and follow the river towards Manali.  Any news watchers out there?  Two days ago, the Indians opened the dam on the river causing a massive flash flood that swept away like 34 kids that were down on the river taking class pictures.  There were THOUSANDS of police and military types along the river banks looking.  We talked to a dude and said they had only found four bodies.  The river looked just a tad narrower than the Columbia River.  Sad.

Drive through a 2.3km tunnel……yep 2.3 kilometes, no lights, half the cars have zero head lights and yes of course, driving on the wrong side of the road is recommended here remember.  Good thing, the 1500 bucks I dropped on my KLIM gear reflects like a Mo Fo.  Winston told me he could see the reflection of my Scotchlite from forever.  It was pretty cool….a tunnel that long.

We arrive at a small town 50 km from Manali for a water break.  W has a great outgoing personality, always talking to locals and saying high, starting conversations….but remember, I speak English and can barely understand him……Indians……not very good English and remember…they don’t have the same understanding of English words that we do.

Guy walks up…..broken but decent English and asks where we are from……”Murrica and Canada” we reply.  Smaller town locals we have come in contact with on the streets know Washington D.C and Los Angeles only.  Pathetic huh, the two most dysfunctional cesspools of the Universe, and we are known by Los Angeles and Washington D.C…..keep this Blog positive SchlepRock, Keep this Blog positive SchlepRock.......  Dude says to me “You from Los Angeles”…….I say, "close"……he, “I love Los Angeles…..that is where all movies are made, I love movies and America”……...all three of us are in a circle talking…..dude says “You know Pawn Star……it is made in Los Angeles?”  Winston….."oh yeah Dave is a Porn Star"…….Indian dudes eyes light up…..”Oh I love that show Pawn Star……my most favorite in the world……I look for you on it next time…….you are very Hunk (WTF is HUNK.....ROTFLMAO)”.  I interject…."Pawn Star is filmed in Las Vegas"….Indian, “Oh Las Vegas”……..Winston interjecting “Las Vegas is where all the casinos and gambing goes on”.  (So far both have zero clue, they are misunderstanding each other’s words).   So for 15 minutes Dub Ya and this Indian dude go back and forth saying Pawn and Porn star in thick accents while I sit dehydrated and sweating wondering why I have no recollection of my days in the Van Nuys adult film industry.  We all shake hands to ride on and Winston looks over at me and says, “Bet ya didn’t know you were a Porn Star”………I say, ”Winston, he was saying Pawn Star, the TV show in Las Vegas about the Pawn Store”………….Winston, “Oh…..I thought he kept saying Porn Star.”