Maybe 5:30. And I've been woken to an eerie sound in the distance.
It takes a second to realize that this is the early morning prayer to Allah.
Laying here I think to myself just how different india is to Australia.
Like loosing all our luggage. Dealing with someone at the airport who had no understanding of process other than filling in a form seemed strange, but it seems to be the way here. People very rarely have an understanding of their job outside of their immediate task.
And if asked for help further there is a strangely convened discussion of bobbing heads speaking Hindi louder than each other, until one will turn and politely say, "No Sir, we do not know"
But on the other hand there are the tuk tuk drivers who for the equivalent of $5 will fall over themselves to help. If only they worked for air Asia.
I think l could fall in love with this country.