2/9 FRRO

I decided to walk to the Foreign Regional Registration Office only a few kilometers away.  It was hot. All I had to do is think of a night in Roldih with no heat and the sweat pouring down my back was welcome;).   In spite of no street signs, I found my way through busy and quite small streets stopping for a little tea and fruit in a sleepy café.  The men seem to have more markings on their faces on here - lots of white, gold, and red.  Picked up the form and headed back to the hotel .  Dinner with paratha's, rice and a spicy dhaal felt a little like Dakshinayan;).