Tuesday..................................rain, and a day of recovery. Only ventured out in the side streets around the lake. Scavaging dogs in packs, open drains, piles of rotting waste and no sign of the mountains hidden in the low grey cloud.
Spent sometime reading travel guides, and chatting to fellow travellers , and kashmire's. All interesting, but a lot of conversation on the history of this region; the Silk Road in the north, the tensions between India and Pakistan, and the life here.
And of course, where there is water, there are boats, and for the next four or 5 days we will be living on one.
Delhi was hot, but here it's about 15 degrees, and very damp. No wonder the Kashmire's where a long baggy woollen type over dress called a 'Fairan', and when cold carry underneath it a woven willow branch basket holding a clay bowl, where slow burning willow charcoal burns slowly to provide heat. I need one of those...I have no other clothes other than the thin cottons from Delhi.
Went to sleep to the sound of more rain, and the prayers from two mosque's tannoy systems echoing across the lake. Magical!!!!
Wednesday it's a 4.30 a.m and off to visit a ........?
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