An attap hut in the distance, then more dwellings, then smoke and suddenly a blur of buildings. Scottie peruses his special photograph of the area which was pieced together from a combination of shots taken by aircraft on previous sorties. There is clear sky over the town and we should be able to pinpoint the dropping zone perfectly. The streets seem to be pulsating with life. We're so low that we can see people in white dhoties, in sarees, bright shirts, running and waving their arms.
Every house seems to be flying a flag.
Union jacks flutter everywhere. We are too fast and too low now to pick out precise details. Just a blur of colour. Up again, and we circle the town preparing for our first approach. A green ring to the left.