I arrived in a war zone. In the streets right now people are lighting fireworks from open windows and rooftops. Not chintzy little fireworks like you find in Canada. 3/4″ dynamite sticks that flash white and make such a noise it ricochets off the buildings. It smells like sulphur outside. Even as the plane was landing you could see glittering plumes of fireworks rising from the ground. Oh, someone just launched a massive bottle rocket from the doorway on my right. Nobody seems particularly perturbed.
Two seconds in an overheated, sweaty room trying to quietly make my bed while two guys attempt to sleep off their hangovers, beer-farting away, remind me exactly why I hate hostels. What was I thinking? Oh, right, I was thinking I don’t have a place here yet. That has to change. Fast.
The 3C “hacker” conference just wrapped up. The woman next to me is running her netbook fully in Linux terminal mode. It makes me jealous.
That is all I have the energy to say right now. More later, perhaps.