Brown times

Holidays rock. You don't know what day of the week it is. You have no idea what day of the month it is. You forget how to spell the word "chore" and you eat things other people cook.

Bangladesh has scooped me up in her monsoon soaked hands and has been cradling me so. All this monsoon cradling in this humid air has left my hair a massive fro. Bangladesh has also been feeding me lots. Steven and I are kind of fat right now. True story. What have we been eating these days (sometimes up to three times a day)?

Mangoes
Fish curry
Jackfruit
Bengali desserts
Lamb curry
Duck curry
[Fill in the blank] curry


God bless people who cook brown food...well.

Dear Air Conditioning,

Thank you for saving my life and the lives of many others who live near the equator. Thank you for making sure I didn't slowly roast in the Kuwaiti heat. I wasn't aware that there were humans beings out there going about their daily businesses in 50 degrees Celsius. I didn't think the Earth would heat up past 45 degrees to be honest. But it does. And I continue to pray for those stray cats in Kuwait walking around in the never-ending sauna.

I want to say I'm ok now, that I won't need you anymore...but I don't want to prematurely make statements that I won't be able to stand by later. You know I arrived in Bangladesh today? It's only 28 degrees here right now. But wait! Don't walk away just yet. That's what I meant earlier. There are a few ifs and buts. It'll stay in the 28 to 35 degree range while I'm here. Now you're thinking "Suck it up Zen. You've done that before." And I have! Australia and all. But unlike Kuwait, which gives you dry heat, it is ridonculously* humid in Bangladesh. My skin sweat-eth. My hair is sticking to my neck. I feel like I'm wearing a turtleneck sweater made of hair.

I exaggerate. Besides the humidity I'm enjoying myself here. I missed Bangladesh SO much and am having such a fun time with my cousins so far. I've only been in the country for 8 hours so I'm sure there's plenty more of this fun in store for me. I guess what I'm trying to say is, don't leave just yet. I have you in my room right now and I might call on you from time to time. I realize you won't be there when I head to the small towns and villages though, and I'll forgive you for that.

Hope you're chillin like a villain. Hahaha...chillin. So much wit...so little time...

Sincerely,

Zen (not quite as cool as you)


*Real word. Part of the Zenith Bose Dictionary. Look it up.

Bose family reunite. Which is fine. Except for Steven.

My familia has arrived in England. We have been having a swell time. I missed my brother the last week and a half. Since he's arrived I've forgotten why it was that I missed him. He's already leeching off of me and making me pay for all kinds of stuff. Mints, sandwiches...mints. I'm not sure what the mints are all about.

But it's been fun exploring London with the family. It's also been fun being the pro in the group. They were all like "Oh whichever way should we go?" and I was all like "Let me guide you with my almost-local-knowledge of this city" Sarcasm aside, I am freakin awesome at figuring out my way around new cities. Unlike Moumita. Moumita really sucks the bucket. I mean REALLY sucks. I hope she reads this post. But I'm amazing and if you don't believe me, ask my dad. He didn't even try to figure out his way around London cause he had me and I was...well, amazing. Yesterday Steven and I went to catch Avenue Q on Broadway. Good times with puppets who do some R rated stuff. We both know almost all the songs in the musical so we sang along (quietly) and sat at the edge of our seats for all the punchlines.

We've done all the touristy crap that one would want to do in London. And I had already done half of them with Zina anyway so I'm ready to move on. So goodbye London and hello Kuwait. We're boarding our plane to head to the Middle East. Pray that the sun won't roast us. That's all for now. Toodle doo.