It is 9:40. Jet lag has not been so bad as for the transfer to Essex. I still sleep more than I like but I feel great.
Someone has been singing outside my room for at least ninety minutes. I just opened my window for light and two cows looked at me. I am on the ground floor of Ganga Fuji Home. Raj checked me in for Rs 300 for one night, which is more than I want to pay but still I check out lots of places. They are all above my standard of living.
I had an hour lesson and an hour and half practice on tabla. I left when a Japanese named Yu came; it was day three for him. If I can sound like he does on day three when my day three comes then I will be happy. He said that I was the first American he met in India. He was the first Japanese I had met, but since then I have seen others.