Time to sleep

We have arrived. Our friend organised a house for us through the aunt of a cousin's brother (or something like that!). It is the way things are done here in India. They have decorated it and fitted a washing machine (most women here wash by slapping the wet clothes on the rocks). We love it. This is the view from our bedroom which is where Mr A has crashed out and I shortly will too. Oh it's so good to breathe in the musky exotic smells again. I inhale the warmth of the welcome. We are home.