Alright. It's currently 10:30 in the morning here. Im wearing what I had on yesterday, though I got to shower so Im pretending I changed into clean clothes. I'm feeling really grateful that I made last minute decision not to wear jeans (thanks Mom:) ). While there is no gurantee when/ if my bag will ever turn up, I get to spend up to 100 euros that the airline will reimburse... if I do that today, and my bag comes tonight, then I consider it my victory. I brought everything I couldn't live without in my carry-on, so really all it is is frustrating. As I watched all the other hundreds of bags rolling along the carousel I kept telling myself that 'someone's bag always had to be last...' Well that's true- it just didnt happen to be mine.
Anyway, when I finally got out of the airport, Kim, Maulin, and 'our driver' were waiting for me. After a wild ride (shut your eyes and go), we arrived at 'Hotel Clark.' It is really nice... clean, air-conditioned, soft sheets, and a wonderful shower!!! The electricity seems to randomly go on and off, but it never stays off for more than a few seconds. We had a free continental breakfast this morning, which was very nice. It felt like the fresh mango was calling my name, BUT I said, 'no fresh mango...even though you look delicious, I WILL not eat you.'
We are off now to do some exploring before meeting with a 'water specialist' at the World Bank. It's about 110 degrees outside, so first stop is water. My Dad told me that the heat would feel like a wall upon getting off plane. He's right. It feels heavy and strange. More to come!