Yogi Lodge, Varanasi, India. 24 May 1986

No sleep again. There are some nightly rituals that have probably been in force for centuries. One is the ringing of a bell at a shrine very close by; another performed by a ghost – for two nights I’ve been woken by the tapping of a (no doubt) large cane stick and the blowing of a whistle. It comes right up to the lodge – no voices.

A  chowkidar I believe or night watchmen.  Essentially the equivalent of “12am and all is well”.