Bangladesh, with another group.
I am not used to being somewhere and having no knowledge of the local language. Luckily my pigeon Hindi gets me a little way. The Bangla script resembles Hindi devanagari but not enough to actually read. People keep asking me if I am Pakistani, which reveals either how good my Hindi/ Urdu is or how bad theirs is. Probably both. Once I get a Bangladeshi cap (a high-priority goal) the illusion may be even better. The moustache definitely helps. 82% humidity is no joke. I am dripping. But the roadside tea where all the rickshaw drivers go is yummy. One night in a hotel by the airport then fly to Cox's Bazar, the walk to the airport was less than a kilometer, but it felt like swimming more than walking. Dr. H- meets me and takes me to apartment building with a short-term rental. Fans, AC, gas stove, microwave, refrigerator, I am totally set. Every 50 ft is another restaurant with meals starting at 100 Taka ($0.80). I tried to be cheap and boil tap ...