The town seemed to be full of stoners. When I arrived at my hotel the owner was nowhere to be seen. As I was about to give up a boat appeared, and a lady in her 50s got out, high as a kite, and put a lei of flowers around my neck.
She asked me if I wanted dinner, and I said okay. A man at the table took LSD and then I was offered some cake. I politely declined, not sure what was in it. I don't remember much about Hopkins over then this interesting hostel encounter.
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