Friday, January 13

We get a rickshaw to the Lighthouse and walk along the beach, getting our feet wet in the sand. Just as we set off we spot a man walking up and down playing a tuba. Not just playing it, but playing a small fragment of a melody over and over again.

After watching him for a few minutes I begin to suspect that drugs may play a part in this performance: either a reasonable amount of drugs taken recently or a massive amount of drugs taken a long time ago producing the trip from which you never return.

I could, of course, have made a completely wrong set of assumptions. A renowned composer might have decided to attempt to hone an errant melody in his new concerto for trombone, for example.