When looking for pilgrimage station, I tend to focus it on the bathrooms and the existence of it's bath tub.
I just can't get over this ceramic bathtub and 2 hours of bath time and crying from so much laughing reading some funny shit by David Sedaris makes my first evening memorable. Because the bathtub is outdoors it has beautifully laid out flowery vegetation behind it and once a while a few large black ants would fall in, and drown into their death. When I look at the two, maybe four ants lying at the bottom of the tub, it seems so tragic, the scale of it, the large tub and the tiny ants makes it feel slightly worse. At about 6.30pm there was what sounded like ten different mosque bellowing the dusk prayers, it was an orchestra with crickets at the treble and bullfrogs as the bass. When I sit in the front porch, I hear trickling water from the water feature right next to the porch. When I sit in the back porch overlooking the vast paddy fields, I see fireflies flying around amidst the blackness.