
I woke up at 5.30 am with a dry mouth, needy kidnies and no source of drinking water for an hour or more. I looked out of the window from my bed (in via via hostel) and watch the morning activity. People walking places, the occasional card or motorbike and the local baker steaming something making occasional hissing noises. All still quite quiet, dark and cold outside. Then two men with a red and green flag started to divert traffic from the main road, down a side road. It looked like something was going to happen, perhaps a political rally, I didn't know. But then came streams of people. A parellel centipede of people in their thousands mostly wearing traditional dress. Got up and took some pictures although it was too dark even to focus. Then a car came, stopped and lit the scene with its headlights. So you can see the line of Nuwari women in traditional dress. They are carrying large brass teapots filled with rice, sweets, biscuits to offer at temples.
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