As I mentioned before, I'm in the middle of nowhere this week. Sitting on the roof staring at other bored people becomes a weak form of entertainment. There is nothing else to do. There is no coffee, no good restaurant, no public transportation, no TV, no anything. Why am I here? This is a question I have asked myself the last few days. Supposedly there is a good answer to that question, but I'm not feeling it at the moment.
It's old, dull, tropical and monsoony here. And I'm stranded, which is frankly the worst part of it. I'd love to find a taxi or ride an e-bike and go in search of real civilization.
I can't remember the last time I was this bored, but I think it was sometime in the 70s.
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