A dream at night

Tired from my wanderings around the Mandla bazaar and still many h. to kill I take a small room at an obscure hotel near the bus station. Being finally on my own and the tranquility of Kanha N. P. still in my head my thoughts return to my life back home. Through a haze it might be but I can still remember the life I had there, my friends, my beloved Tae-kwon do and the black Surinam ladies I took back to my bed. It is all like a dream at night, only 3 h. more untill departure for Puri.