It's funny how time and distance change you, the roads you take don't always lead you home.
I spent the evening in a open air thatch tent listening to the mixed sounds of western and indian instruments. The music was beautiful, but was muted by my ride home on the back of a motor bike. The guy who owns the space took me home, which was truly unbelievable to travel like an Indian.
We spent the remainder of the evening at a modern sports bar bowling and interacting with other locals. A night well spent now up early in the morning for police registration!