Food last night filled a whole but was otherwise disappointing.
This morning, I awoke to a cacophony; constant chanting from a nearby Hindu temple competing at sun break with the Muezzins’ call to prayer, as well as the ever present horn blowing and engine noise.
We are on the rooftop in a ramshackle building under a large crag with a fort on top. The crag is peppered with basking monkeys and topped by circling birds. The air is cool, clear and sweet smelling. I expect all of this will change.