Within moments the hangover symptoms were all but gone, a feeling of total elation and astonishment washed over me from head to toe leaving a path of tingles behind. Out of the pollution rose the foothills of the Himalayas , bigger and more majestic then any rocky mountain. Rising peaks and falling valleys filled with clouds. The foothills were a lush forest green, saturated with cliffs so steep and tall one could imagine base jumping off. Almost as fast as the foothills came they were gone, then came the mountains too tall for trees or even shrubs, only a table cloth of snow and immense glacier covered their ragged rocky skeletons. The feeling of astonishment lessened only to be replaced by the incessant thumping somewhere in my skull, and the familiar migraine flavor headache faded back in. The peace loving partying adventure seeking democratic libertarian put his head down and went back to drooling.