After 800 miles on the road, I arrived in Bowie (pronounced BOO’wee) to the sight of a man pissing in his front yard. I couldn’t help but look twice, upon which he waved, in a way that suggested I join him. Instead, I continued past broken down cars, decrepit buildings and closed businesses. Bowie looks a lot like other rural American towns slipping into economic oblivion. Granted, that is just a first impression and the town no doubt has a lot to love about it. Including being home to many dedicated servants of Diamond Mountain University, the 1000 acres of yurts and scrub out past the pistachio plantation. I did get a nice welcome. A Romanian fella from Western Australia, perhaps his name is Bogdan, showed me the kitchen yurt, the yoga yurt and the toilet
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