Day Thirty-Seven

So tomorrow marks exactly two months until I go home. That means that I've been here for exactly thirty-seven days. After more than a month, I can go along for several hours like I know Dhaka intimately. Then, something completely new slaps me across the face and I'm as disoriented as ever. However, I do feel like I've noticed some trends in the midst of the chaos. So in honor of my first month, I've made a list of what I've learned (or what I think I've learned) in my short time here.

Things I've Learned:

• You can't stop a car just by walking in front of it 
• The middle finger means the same thing in just about every language
• Children are always adorable
• Never take ________ for granted 
• Malaria pills give you really funny/painful sunburns 
• KFC is universally delicious 
• 90's pop is still 'in' in some parts of the world
• Skirts and dresses are manly if the guys wearing them are carrying 50 lbs on their heads
• Being poor doesn't mean you're miserable 
• Being miserable doesn't mean you're poor 
• Open sewer drains can also conveniently be roadside toilets 
• Tolerance is akin to peace
• If it smells bad, it's usually gross.
• People are poor because they are powerless.