i had a nap in the afternoon. i slept until 6pm. it was dark when i woke up. i went to the balcony and joined the Israeli's. they told me about their day on the bollywood film set. it was some club scene they were shooting. it was too hot. the lights glaring down on them. the smoke machine constantly running. hundreds of sweaty Indians in one room. they said they were suffocating.
we went out for dinner at Oy's restaurant. there was a picture of Bob Marley on the wall and a picture of Jim Morrison. they played Bob Marley's greatest hits on repeat.
the service was terrible. the food was overpriced. i wasn't satisfied when i finished.
i left the restaurant while Karine, Rei and Amir drank coffee. i finally figured out their names. you can't ask their name again once they enunciated it to you several times and you still can't understand what they're saying.
i went to some restaurant and drank a Kingfisher. i drew a fisherman catching a fish off a wharf. i drank another. they told me they were closing. i asked for another Kingfisher for takeaway. they wrapped it up in newspaper for me. i put it in the basket of my bike and rode to the homestay.
we finished the day off in our usual spot on the balcony. the power went out. we lit candles. i blew my candle out and i said goodbye to them. they were leaving to Periyar Wildlife Sanctuary early.

i went for breakfast at Kashi again. i shouldn't eat there. it reminds me of home though. it's a comfort thing. i had the breakfast. farmers omelet, whole wheat toast and watermelon. i wrote a poem there. although i don't know if you can call it that. i have no understanding of the fundamentals of poetry.

i left and walked around in circles. and in zig zags. i didn't know what to do with myself. i bought cigarettes called 'Paris'. i liked the pack. i went to my room and layed down. listened to music and watched the fan spin. my XA2 was fucking up. i tried fixing it. i think it's finished. their is power but the shutter won't release. i think i'll need to find a new film camera somewhere here. fuck the guys who stole my Leica.

i went for another walk around. i watched a TV commercial being filmed. i don't know what the hell for. for ice cream? for a bike? for some cookies? for a watch? you never know.
i went to cafe coffee day and watched a little bit of a movie. it didn't interest me.

i stopped by the St. Mary's School and watched the girls practice band.
i can hear them now. they are playing "when the saints go marching in".