The madman of the new import is also our companion. This time, who gets the left-handed damals.

Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds - d'oh! Hee hee hee everyone smiled. I went with him to the other side of the Kangsha Bridge to pray. I visit the village at the end of Friday. Now suck on the stomach. We went again for lunch, to the guest house of Khararchar Madrasa which was already arranged. Udor purti goes on quite comfortably. After eating and drinking, I went to Faringa village. There is an old banyan tree standing in the middle of the vast crop field. Chatting there for a while.