Dhaka, Bangladesh

I slept in today and then remained in my room for most of the time. I lazed around on my bed, watching television most of the day.

“It’s been ages since I sat in front of the TV, just changing channels to find something. You see the whole culture – Nazis, deodorant salesman, wrestlers, beauty contests, the talk show. Can you imagine the level of a mind that watches wrestling, hmm? But the worst are the fundamentalist preachers, third-rate con men, telling the poor suckers that watch them that they speak for Jesus and to please send in money. Money, money, money! If Jesus came back and saw what’s going on in his name, he’d never stop throwing up.”

The above quote was lifted from ‘Hannah and Her Sisters’, spoken by Max von Sydow’s character (for those that didn’t already know), and still pretty much sums up what television has to offer to us. After living the dull life for the better part of the day, I went outside and reached the spot where I had agreed to meet the man with orange hair and his brother for dinner, but even though it was 18:01 and we had agreed on 18:00 (I was a minute late), no one was there; there was a car parked at the spot that may have belonged to them, but I didn’t feel like waiting around for some unknown amount of time; so I walked back to the hotel and decided to eat dinner at the upstairs restaurant again. I went up to the restaurant and I had sweet and sour chicken, fried rice, and water (it sucked). I then went back to my room and relaxed in front of the tube until I went to sleep.