stepped out of the train station yesterday, and the the regular chaos was gone. Instead of buffalos, vendors, rickshaws, cars, buses, and madness... there was a sea of white-clad men kneeling on carpets, praying. The entire thoroughfare had been tranformed into an open air mosque to deal with the overflow that comes with a Friday in Ramadan.

It reminded me of church on Christmas day. Except with carpets and bare feet and prayers being sung in half-tones over a loudspeaker.

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I finally have enough of a social circle that I don't have to spend every night reading under the fan. It feels good, and it means that I can explore the city a bit more.

So... i'm off to the silver bazaar. Does that not sound so magical?

3:47 p.m. - 2003-11-08