I want to write you something great about how beautiful, yet dirty, and how inspiring, yet sad the villages in Bangladesh are… but I’m so damn hot. I’m sweating buckets. I’m paranoid about my growing collection of mosquito bites. And I’m sitting here, writing this in the dark, because the power is out – as is the case more often than not out here. But that stuff aside, I am so damn glad to be here.
I'm growing a beard while traveling in Bangladesh. Read about my growing global consciousness and facial hair.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Day One in Durgapur
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