My mobile was stolen today. On the quaiside, waiting for a boat to go across the river to meet my friends on the other side.
The decca Herald reported today that the Belary ministers who are organising the festival decided to solve the problem of poor attendance by busing in large numbers of people from the surrounding towns, offering them a free lunch and busing them back in the evening. All the buses had large posters with photos of the BJP ministers who had ordered the free buses pasted on them. So first they make a mess of the publicity and then they make political capital out of creating a crowd.
My two friends decided that they did not want to move, so we spent the day sitting in cafes, watching the rice grow, while Lupus played and sung Leonard Cohen songs. At six I decided to go back, but the crowd at the river bank was enormous and I retreated. An hour later the crowd was even worse and no boats seemed to be going. Then I met a couple of women who offered me a bed with a mosquito net outside their chalet, so I am going to sleep there.
Yesterday evening I went into the temple, where I saw local musicians playing traditional music. Galloping horse tabla rythms, delicious harmonies and melifluous interweaving flute and singer held me entranced. I had hoped to hear some more music today but it seems like it's impossible to get back across the river.
The decca Herald reported today that the Belary ministers who are organising the festival decided to solve the problem of poor attendance by busing in large numbers of people from the surrounding towns, offering them a free lunch and busing them back in the evening. All the buses had large posters with photos of the BJP ministers who had ordered the free buses pasted on them. So first they make a mess of the publicity and then they make political capital out of creating a crowd.
My two friends decided that they did not want to move, so we spent the day sitting in cafes, watching the rice grow, while Lupus played and sung Leonard Cohen songs. At six I decided to go back, but the crowd at the river bank was enormous and I retreated. An hour later the crowd was even worse and no boats seemed to be going. Then I met a couple of women who offered me a bed with a mosquito net outside their chalet, so I am going to sleep there.
Yesterday evening I went into the temple, where I saw local musicians playing traditional music. Galloping horse tabla rythms, delicious harmonies and melifluous interweaving flute and singer held me entranced. I had hoped to hear some more music today but it seems like it's impossible to get back across the river.
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