Day 7 Moday
January 13th 2010 Waking under a mosquito net, big drops of dawn dew dripping onto the hut, unusual pleasant smells, more choir music and later chanting by Muslims across the valley, set the scene and it was only 5.30, still being dark and with no lights I slowly came round. Negotiating the bamboo ladder in darkness felt unwise the whole place had a movement factor.
I did want to catch dawn breaking, so when
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