We have been trying to get on Bangladeshi time, but it is proving difficult. It is 4:30 am. We are wide awake, sitting in bed with our computers on our laps, working on the dataset 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, pistachios, and a package of Tatul Chutney we picked up at the airport. I will never make fun of Kevin 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. He’s probably going to be traveling with me in the near future.
Another two hours to breakfast…
