We have been trying to get on Bangladeshi time but it is proving difficult. It is 4:30 am. We are wide awake and are sitting in bed with our computers on our laps working on the data set for the Asian University for Women. Because we are starving and we are in the middle of a tea plantation with nowhere to go, we are eating Kevin’s stockpile of beef jerky and pistachios. (I will never make fun of him again.) The air conditioner sounds like a Mac truck coming through the room but without it we would die. They kindly sprayed the room with insecticide before we retired last night so there isn’t a thing living in here but Kevin, me and a mutant gecko who miraculously has survived the nightly killer blast. Occasionally, he does his gecko-chirp from somewhere near my suitcase. Maybe I will bring him home with me.
