Went to Mirpur again. My stomach is still moving around from the bumpy journey there and back, squeezed into a mini-van with twelve strangers. Much of the landscape I saw along the way is a scenery of brushy hills. The hills look as though they are slipping away on one or two sides. When in Mirpur we saw a garden nursery, a parrot, a cricket pitch and a monkey. There were a lot of signs in English or relating to England. Not surprising since there are a lot of ex-pats living here. Ate sheep’s brains for lunch. It taste like scrambled eggs, incase you’re wondering.