Holi

Started off badly, some idiot on a motorbike slapping me with a leather belt from behind. Later I learned that it could have  been because they thought I was a Muslim as I was wearing a lunghi. The explanation made an odd kind of sense as I'd had a couple of a Shalom ala ki's spat at me in the market yesterday. Anyway I got a cracking bruise and a story but also something to think upon. 
And later a mass brawl outside a temple I'd been directed to, a serious going to break your face kind of fight. 
Otherwise it was fun, not as mad as Varanasi but pretty joyful. 
Otherwise another day defined by the old rhyme; two bananas a day, lets you from the toilet stray. 
Although not far enough to risk moving on.