Free at last

I woke up very excited Sunday morning. I was finally going to meet up with my friends. Well soon to be friends, there are four of us in Dhaka. I knew one of the guys, Bala, before. I had met Mike a few times but I had never met June. Unfortunately, I the cover story of the Sunday times was how flights were getting canceled due to the excessive fog. I was very concerned that I wasn't going to make it out. Under the recommendatin of the hotel mangager, I left the hotel at 8:30am so that I could get to the airport by 9:30 so that I would have plenty of time to check in and get through security for my 12:30 flight. If it hadn't been for the three hour delay, this timing would have been correct. Not surprisingly, the airport makes no sense. There is just a giant crowd of people trying to get to the desk to check in and check their bags. It took me an hour to get through a line where I was the tenth person in line. This is supposed to be a large international airport!!! The security seemed mystified by my flashlight and considered confiscating it. India drove me to drank and I was happy to see that duty free had bottles of Stoli for $14. Bala is very relieved that we have this to tide us over until we figure out where they sell beer in Dhaka.

As I was saying, three hour layover. Extremely unpleasant. But I had the first season of the Wire which is an amazing show. I highly recommend that everyone watch it. My favorite character is the one that makes furniture (I haven't bothered to learn their names yet). I am fascinated by the character development of the bad guy's nephew. I can't quite decide what direction he is going to go in. And it makes me sad to know that the heroin addict will most likely die in an alley behind a dumpster.