Another day, another city. Anadrasata's travels continue, and she finds another cultural difference.
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Thuwnday, 4 Naisen, 1893 C.E.
Jimool, 19 Lamtan, 2157 T.M.L.
Dear Journal,
I think we ascended and descended again several times in the night, but I heard no lightning. (Dear past me, did you expect to? Really?)
When I went to breakfast, everything was laid out and the tables set, but only Mr Taighaign, Mr Saighaitumais, Dr Idhaisailt, and I were present, aside from the stewards. When I remarked on this the steward to whom I made the remark (Ghaimus, a man my brother would describe as a 'splendid chap' if he employed him) told me that Jimool is the Kerajaan day of religious observance, and that most of the passengers were attending the prayer service in the second class lounge. I sat with the three gentlemen while we all breakfasted and made general conversation. Mr dh'Lhais joined us as I was finishing up, and almost embraced the teapot. I think I could hear the other first class passengers returning from their service as I returned to my cabin.