stakker sat on the goan shoreline - it was his first day there - he looked around him with the air of a man encouraging events to come to him - within minutes experience walked his way - a little old man with a small bag of implements tied to his waist approached and with a studious air announced 'you have problems with your ears' - stakker laughed - yage popped up in his mind like a weird carricature 'where's your ears man' yes now it was confirmed - yage was obviously correct - while his mind flicked momentarily back home to London and then returned the old man had pulled an odd looking implement inserted it into his ear and emerged triumphantly with a ball of wax -stakker analysed his hearing - couldn't remember quite how he'd felt prior to the extrusion and concluded in a warm daze that he felt better in some way - somehow there was a certain definition to the old man's voice - he looked into the creases on the man's face these somehow authenticating the deed - he smiled - the old man took this as a symbol of encouragement and dived in once more this time choosing a silver ornate implement - again he surfaced smearing the resultant wax for stakker to see - analysing the texture like a farmer analysing top soil -again stakker thought he felt a slight lift of spirits as his vision cleared his inner drum felt somehow cleaner - it was minimal but yes definately discernable - two more extrusions and the good doctor was done - 400 rupees it was only when he'd gone that he noticed a fat northern couple to his left looking on and laughing - the wax had been a plant
