Tuesday, April 26, 2016
It was 5am, I was in Bolivia and altitude sickness was kicking my ass. This was going to be a challenge. I expected this, maybe not to this degree, but I knew that the first day was going to be rough so my plans were simple. I was catching a connecting flight to Uyuni, choosing an agency for the aforementioned salt flat sojourn and napping...or as they like to call it acclimatizing.
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
In between, there was some sightseeing, plenty of sleeping on airplanes, curry galore and that giddy euphoria that comes from the coupling of seeing a new place and the certainty of oncoming exhaustion.
To give an idea of what something like that is like, here is a cliff notes version of my schedule.
Monday, April 11, 2016
Yet here I was in my first post-100 country, hoping to see as such as I could. Our hotel was close to Mosquito International Airport, which is at the other end of the city from the historic area, a fact that led me to my first lesson in Dhaka 101. If you think you can head into town anytime after 9am, you are wrong. I mean, theoretically you could try, but don't expect to, you know, actually move.