Hurry up and WAIT syndrome.

I spent the day ripping weeds out of my "garden" and mowing the lawn. Now I'm sore and sunburnt. I've been getting lots of emails and phone calls from all my friends, and I'm becoming even more sappy than I was last week. I've got my suitcases packed, weighed and waiting on the living room floor, and my to do list is pretty much complete. I always end up taking the maximum number of bags at the maximum weight limit, and every time I say that next time it will be different. It's really hard to handle six huge bags (plus three carry-ons) that are each about 70 lbs., especially in the Dhaka International Airport, where there are swarms of people trying to "help" for a small fee. Those luggage carts are hard to drive, man! But I can't think of one thing that I would want to take out. Actually, I'm sure I could fill up a couple more bags!

The political situation in Bangladesh is not good at the moment, and there is a chance that there will be a hartal (strike) on the day that we arrive. That means we will be either stuck in the airport, or we'll have to stay in some motel. After two straight days of travelling, I'm sure I'll just want to get somewhere that I can unpack my bags, recharge my iPod, and take a LONG shower. Oh well, I'll take what I can get, I guess.