It was sunny and hot most of Sunday until early evening when the skys opened and rain came down by the bucketful. The streets are the drainage system so the view from 20 stories up is of a temporary Venice with taxis instead of gondolas gliding through the waves. The drip drip drip sounds about 7:00 pm indicated that my room was not exactly watertight. Seems to rain every day. On a good day it rains when you are inside and is over when it is time to go out. Monsoon season is not quite over yet.
Interesting how even one past trip makes things seem more familiar. Breezed through customs and began to recognize the buildings and landmarks as the driver barreled into the city about midnight. Traffic was still heavy. Even when the taxi turned into a small blind street (which made me wonder the first time) it felt good, now that I know it is a favorite shortcut and meant we were close to the hotel.
Yes two months does seem like a long time. I stopped at the supermarket Sunday afternoon and stocked up on the misc things I need to keep comfortable and began to step into the daily routines. They are different from those at home but habits and routines are important tools allowing me to focus my energies where I need them most.
When I started traveling internationally in the 70s I got a phone call home once per trip and it was frightfully expensive. In the 80s we installed a FAX machine at home so once or twice a week I could communicate. Today Helen and I email daily and I sometimes chat online with others at home which helps avoid the disconnected feeling of only two decades ago. And of course you have to endure my rambling missives as well. Technology does have "some" benefits.....
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