A couple of days ago i woke up on a rocky hilltop. A small crowd shared the hilltop with me and jodie was huddled at my side trying to get comfortable amongst the stones.
Directly below us was a temple. The courtyard had been converted into a stage.
For the past ten hours bands have played and sung traditional indian music, interupted only by free food - which i didn't have (Grossout warning: I'd been pissing shit for the past few days and still felt tender) - and free chai, the urn of which i gladly emptied.
Still two hours to go.
Above us the incandescant moon lorded it over the skies, blotting out the stars for a vast radius.
At the perimeter of the moon's dominance, stars (and our little cousin red mars) can be seen and so too the human lights of habitation.
Only following these lights can i grasp how far below us they are, spread across hills of jungle that undulate beneath our holy mountain, plunging ten thousand feet to the road we took to get here.
