4 January 1992, Saturday.

I woke up from the loveliest sleep, it felt like an early summer morning in England, the air was fresh and crisp. Yunis wasn't around when I got up, and in the morning light I watched ants and other insects going about their daily lives on the floor outside my room.
At around miday I walked up the road and got some noodles for breakfast, then carried on further to Asnah's house. I got to Asnah's at about 1pm, and stayed there until about 8pm.
One of the children from the village, showed me a baby bat that he had found, it can't of been more than a few days old, I asked him to give it to me and he did, I done my best to keep it warm, he was the loveliest little thing.
I left Asnah's house after a huge storm had passed, it was pitch black, but I managed to find my way back to the Raitha losmen. The owners of the losmen gave me some rice and lovely vegatables, I ate and then drew a portrait of the owner bloke, on a large peice of paper that he gave me. It went well enough, I used oil pastels and pencil, but I found it hard to gage whether he liked it or not.
I was really tired by then, it was around 10pm, so I decided to go to sleep, first surrounding myself with smoking anti-mosquito coils.