Living It Up...

There's a lot of misconception about Dhaka and Bangladesh... I keep receiving emails trying to console me from living "in such horrible conditions"...

This is how I live. I think I'll be ok...

Most of the pics are just of my room. I'll get some pics of the rest of the house as soon as I can.








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