- Buses were so bloody slow as they kept stopping for 10 minutes at a time to get one extra passenger

- Nagaon- seemed another boring spreadout, immigrant dominated city like Jorhat

- Ketri- I didn't want to rush so I stopped off at the village. I met an ethnic Bengali boy, who organises workers for road building etc. who invited me to house ...his sisters and family were all very kind and gave me some lunch.

- Jorabat- By getting down at this junction I was able to get on a bus to Shillong without the hassle of going to Guwahati

- Shillong - arrived at 7pm. All hotels crowded with workers, but eventually found a 110Rp hotel the people are kind, but it's pretty crummy.
- I met another CSer Antoni from Poland (Africa) semiprofessional photographer who stayed 2 months in Tawang and another 2 months in a Satra in Majuli

- Afternoon I went to the (bizarre) Archery Lottery
- It was difficult to find turns out Polo Ground is a suburb not just one place. I crossed the river to the Nehru stadium, but had to come back over as you can't get through.

- The first bizarre thing was the small field was hidden behind a pile of bricks so I kept walking past it as people directed me .. I was late for 3.30pm shoot, but luckily the real times are 4pm and 5pm.
- I picked 47 and 00 , but they actually the real number of arrows reaching the target bale of straw was 774- so the winner was 74 - This is what the entrance looks like

- OK they are starting

- Bumph, bumph, bumph .. 40 archers firing at the same time

- 10 minutes later ... a bale full of arrows.
- Picking up the many missed when they collided with other arrows fired simultaneously

- This is the counting process