between raids into India, Babur enjoyed booze and drugs. ‘There was much disgusting uproar,’ he reminisced. Once, ‘We rode off, we got on a boat and drank spirits, left the boat roaring drunk and mounting our horses let the horse gallop free-reined. I must have been really drunk.’ He was the only psychedelic conqueror: ‘How strange the fields of flowers appeared under its influence,’ he raved about narcotics. ‘Nothing but purple flowers, sometimes yellow and purple together with gold flecks.’
