I sat around for most of the morning and afternoon resting and counting the hours. I felt pretty miserable about the trip. I really appreciated the kind people, but I had come for work, and I felt stressed that all I had done was over extended myself, fallen sick and grasped at straws based on half bits of information to try and find something that there seemed to be no sign of in the areas. I felt very foolish.Thankfully my stomach was feeling much better, and I felt less weak. I got tired of sitting around and decided to go to the city. My friends were at their jobs, so I walked about a mile in the perpetual dust storm in the area to get to a qingqi, that took me into the city. I passed Shakil sahib’s print shop on the way and made a mental note of its location before reaching Allah chowk, where I had arrived. I head over to the fort and checked out the museum which had been closed the previous time I went. It has some beautiful miniature paintings, calligraphy and a few displays. All the other architecture in the city is contemporary, roughly put together buildings with nothing much to say about them, so it was nice to see a glimpse of history. It is nice to see all the Hindu women walking around town with their traditional clothes, and bangle covered arms. There were several mandirs around too, but based on experiences in other cities in Pakistan, I would rather go with someone local to not cause any security fears.I walked over to Shakil sahib’s print shop as he had invited me to drop by the day before. He was out, but I sat for a while with the kids who work there. I had met them the previous day as well.I waited for about 45 minutes, then decided to be back on my way. About ten minutes later, the younger boy from the print shop rolled by on a motorbike (I am amazed at how little these kids are) and said Shakil sahib was calling me over. He drove me through back alleys to a tuition center that Shakil sahib had recently opened.We sat down and chatted for a while. He kindly got some fruit for me. He asked if I would like to do a little art lesson with the children and I said yes. I ended up showing the kids how to draw a little boy out of simple shapes as I have done in the past, as they followed along. Then I transformed the kid into a hygiene free little monster which gave us a chance to laugh and talk about the importance of hygiene. I would say that the kids were ht hilite of the day, and I felt a bit human again, like I had something to do.Shakil sahib’s cousin agreed to take me to the large local Shiv mandir the next day when the winds were quieter in the morning before I caught my bus to leave. Shakil sahib himself took me to visit a Hindu friend of his, with whom we sat and talked for a while.Afterwards we went back to the room, where some friends were waiting for dinner. Everyone was speaking in Sindhi, so I just sat on one said and killed time playing carom on my phone as I find myself doing over and over these days. Eventually more friends arrived and we enjoyed an amazing feast. I went to sleep shortly after that. My friend Sugarr sahib was out on his second night at the dargah celebrations, performing with his music teacher until early in the morning.