We had to stop for Slushies and cold beer at the 7Eleven to rejuvenate the troops in Little India. Regardless, I love the weather. Not one part of me is cold...and that's exceptionally unusual.
Today, however, it came so relentlessly that my 15 minute anticipated break on a shopping street turned into an hour of killing time.
The rain caused me to really slow down. I had thought I'd use my hour or two alone to rush through the Arab quarter where the rest of the gang left me and work my way along the street towards the hostel, trying to see as much as possible. Instead, I was forced to wait out the rain on Arab Street on a block with a covered sidewalk that was home to fabric shops, Turkish carpet and lamp shops, beads and sequins for sewing and headscarf stores. As it turns out, the pace was nice. I had good chats with a few merchants, which I would have missed had I been hurrying, and I enjoyed the smells brought out by the rain too. I ended up buying Molly some beads to make some simple jewelry out of. It's a simple small craft that's easy to carry and keeps her occupied during our down time in small spaces.
As the call to prayer rang out on the loud speakers just before 5:00, I realized I'd eventually have to work my way back regardless of how wet I was going to get. Luckily, the rain stopped as quickly as it had started. I hopped on a bus to expedited the trip, but got off early to see St. Jame's church. This large, but simple building looked liked a pretty cameo inside with it's colonial ivory white colour with an alter backdrop of wedgwood blue. Simple can be so pretty.
Barry, George and Molly were enjoying their afternoon rest when I arrived. We're not supposed to have food in our hostel room, but I smuggled in two cold beers to chill with. Such a rebel.