shift in time

im back in the hostel. slept on the bus. this hostel i snicer than many hotels ive been to, with the glass tables, clean wooden floors, design bathroom and super fluffy clean bedsheets in a modern artsy room. quite opposite to my ascetic tower-room in the monestary which was merely some hundreds of years old.

the culture of this ex-world power is starting to open up to me just as im about to leave. my trips are always too short...

now i think i should head out to see the streets while its stil early. im meeting Carlos again later on.