Jan. 25 '71 was a shallow cement moat with stagnant water. This is evidently an open air sewer. I saw several & men urinating into it and about every 15-20 ft. was a human fecal mass. Cattle pies are liberally sprinkled about and the sacred cows walk down the sidewalks as if they owned the place which in a sense, they do. I had to watch my step to avoid stepping in feces or masses. I expected bottle nut. Many of the poor Indians chew this and it is a narcotic and possibly helps to care the burden of life. A beetle nut chewer is easily identified by his orange red lips and teeth. It's not hard to see why the crow is so successful. I saw one picking out edible material from a fresh deposit of human feces. Evidently about the only free-living vertebrates in town, other than the seemingly unattached cattle and flocks of pigeons are the kites, crows, vultures, and English Sparrows. There are fair numbers of dogs, goats, cats. I looked over nearly every tree I passed for insects, lizards, etc. but there was no signs of life. The leaves and branches were covered with soot and dust and the white wash streaks from numerous of crows. Their incessant sawing gets monotonous. I have never before seen such a filthy, disease-ridden place. Great piles of garbage and other debris lie along the sewer low canals. Evidently they scrape out the channels from twice to three.