0500 IST. The jetlag is still with me like a bad hangover! I was up at 4:30 this morning and walked around a bit. I heard the muezzin's call to prayer at 5 a.m. I've always been amazed at the different religions that live, for the most part, in harmony in Bangalore. I hear the muezzin's call to prayer at 0500 then the next door neighboor starts banging the gong at precisely 0845 as part of the morning ritual of Hindu prayers. It is usually a bell, but the neighbor has a gong.
The weather is perfect-about 68-72 degrees and breezy. The breeze blowing through the coconut trees and the rustling of the palms is soothing, I wake up to the cuckoo and some unidentified bird having a sort of battle of the brids early in the morning to see who can make the most noise! :-) Throw in some crows, autorickshaws, and the train whistle from the nearby station in the mix and you have the Malleswaram morning symphony! :-)
I'm sitting on the balcony in a lovely cane chair drinking my morning tea and listening to the birds. Malleswaram is slowly coming to life and the sun comes up. A family of donkeys passes by and seem to know where they're going. :-)
The Deccan Herald, the local newspaper, will be here soon. Its coverage on last week's blasts is extensive and pretty graphic.
We're off to Belur, Halebid and Sravanabelagola to see the ruins of the Hoysala empire. More later.
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