Ah, a delicious, solid, 5 hours sleep. With my head on a real pillow, not squashed against the window of the plane. I turned my light on at 4 and read for a while.
I must find out where the chanting was coming from at 6 a.m.? By the time that stopped the birds were up and making a racket so I resigned myself to getting an early start on the day. Next mission - search out some coffee. I am pretty sure the chanting was not coming from one of us guests.
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