Transition

I arrived in Dhaka yesterday morning, got through customs without issue, and a car was waiting as well as Rupa to take me into the city. There is a lot of traffic here, and a lot of honking. The drivers are on the right side of the car, and at first I thought I was not used to the lanes, then I realized the lanes are theoretical, and a lot of traffic comes head on. Also traffic includes rickshaws, buses, cars, little three wheeled carts and pedestrians.
Most of the signs are in English, and many people here speak English. Rupa speaks English with an Indian accent, she says it helps.
Electricity is intermittent. When I arrived it was out and the elevator wasn't working, luckily I only had to carry my luggage up two flights of stairs. While it is warm and a bit humid, it's bearable when the AC turns off.
I am staying at the NGO's guesthouse, two other women are here as well, Helena and Freda from Sweden. They are architects who are working on a geography project involving the rivers. While walking in the market yesterday we had a lot of curious stares, people are friendly and eager to use their English.
The food has been spicy vegetable deliciousness, with green chili and lime garnish.
I woke up too early this morning, and can't fall back a sleep, I feel post call, but am sure I will be adjusted to the time change and flight by this time tomorrow.