April 21 2009

I'm sitting in the Dubai airport at 1 Am Local time waiting, according to the voice in the loud speakers for our flight crew to be trained, or something like that. The flight over was great, if for no other reason than that the plane (Boeing 777) was mostly empty. Amy and Simone stretched out across the center set of seats and slept. I'm sure I could have done the same, but decided to watch movies instead.

It dawns on me that somewhere over India I'll stop getting further from home and start getting closer again. That is kind of a cool though.

Tomorrow is going to be hard. I am told that we get in at 8AM and the have o stay awake all day doing... well no one really know, we'll see when we get there. I'll sleep on the plane but that isn't good sleep sadly.

It is 7PM now and I've spent a good part of the day catching up on sleep we planned out the rest of out stay here and it looks like we;ll be spending most of our time in a village whose name I have forgotten.

As promised people are very hospitable; a couple guys took us around the city (Dhaka) to take some pictures and see things. BTW the parliamentary residences are amazing.

One place we stopped was a market that sold fruit, veggies, rices, fish , and meat. There were about six goats tied up and I'm sure I don't want to know their future, Amy made friends with a bunch of kids worked/hung out there by taking their picture.

Dinner was spaghetti Bangladesh style: tasty. It kind of reminded me of Mom's Piccadillo. Going to bed soon. Still Tired.