17 September, 2013

Bangladesh hypochondria

Sorry I could not post from Bangladesh but the connection at hotels was sloooooow...

Chittagong, Bangladesh:
Talking to my translator (boy in his early 20's) in Chittagong I notice he has rather yellow eyes and since I've seen this a lot in India too I decide to ask about it.
"Oh that just means people have malaria. I have malaria. But, mosquitos don't bite me anymore since I got sick. So many people here have it, but they don't know it because they don't have money for doctor to test it."
I take out my insect repellant and apply for the 50th time that day, since I saw mosquitos at the airport, on the plane and in my hotel room. This air-conditioner equals no mosquitos doesn't apply here!
But for those who remember my old China trip on anti-malaria medication will know I can't take it and remain sane.

10 September, 2013

Bangladesh oh Bangladesh...

I think I have fleas... Really. I'm covered with bites and they're not mosquito bites, I look like I have the pox. And I remember the recent story about a boy in Kyrgyzstan who died from plague which he caught from a flea bite... So, who wants to sit next to me on the plane? ;-) 

06 September, 2013

Out of darkness, into the heat...

Namaste from Sri Lanka!
Mother of all jet-lags here! Must be out of practice after a 4.5 month break.
But I am travelling again. Sri Lanka and Bangladesh, hmm... Hot and... don't get me started...
Right now it's raining, pouring really and I have 3 meetings today in about 1hr.

Am also a conscientous student still and fell asleep last night while reading about US foreign policy towards Central Asia during the Cold War, geopolitical perspective... (Wake up! It's fascinating really!) Can't remember anything I read.

Meanwhile, overheard on the lift this morning:
4 people getting on the lift at level 1 - local looking man, Asian couple, yours truly.
Ding! Lift stops at level 2, local man gets off. Door closes.
Asian couple to each other (impatient tone, American accents) - He could have taken the stairs!
Ding! Lift stops at level 3, Asian couple get off. Door closes.
Me (to myself) - Right...
Lift up to level 8. (Pre-emptying the question).