The lonely planet didn't mention that busses would be going past my hotel all night long, beeping their horns. Surprisingly, it wasn't the noise that woke me up at 4AM, but the fact that I was being eaten alive by mozzies.
I figured that I was far enough north now that I didn't need my mozzie net. I thought wrong. There is nothing worse than the high pitched whine they make as they divebomb your body in the dark.
Got out of bed, hastily arranged the net, and got back into bed.
8:30 comes by, and I hear a repeated knocking at the door... eventually, I realize that it's for me, stagger out of bed, to be greeted by - tea and biscuits. Thats right, in my 175 rupee (3 dollar) hovel of a hotel room, for the first time in my life, of any hotel, I had free breakfast brought to my room. I felt like royalty.
Promptly ignored the breakfast, and went back to bed.
I'm on a 12 noon bus to Bhuj. Had a delightful breakfast of Idli (heaven, really) at a street-side stall. About to jet off to the bus stand now.
With any luck, Bhuj will have internet too.