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My flights are booked and this morning I made a booking for 8 nights in the Dhaka Sheraton. I’m flying on August 5th and returning on August 13th. Check out the Sheraton, no seriously, check it out. It’s Bangladesh’s only 5 star hotel, there are 5 restaurants, Satellite TV, Broadband, a pool and a gym all that kind of lark that warrant stars times 5. I may not leave the hotel much at all. I’ve been told that due to the awful Dhaka traffic it can take up to an hour to get to the office I’ve been working in from the hotel.
My copy of the Mysterious Skin OST arrived today. I really enjoyed that film and the score had a big impact on me - I wasn’t surprised to find out that it was by Harold Budd (and Robin Guthrie). I’ve got some other Budd material that he did with Brian Eno that I really like. I love ambient, atmospheric music and often use it for therapy. That and 80’s classics, 6 minutes of Oingo Boingo can do wonders. Still have The Postal Service on repeat though, I may have a problem.
Just as I was getting off to sleep last night I heard some commotion from upstairs where some man was shouting asking for water, sounded like a drunk. When I sat up in bed and looked at my windows I saw bright shimmering orange light. Got up and peeped out my venetian blinds to see the skip, that my landlord has been filling with junk earlier, ablaze. Some blaggards with nothing better to do on a humid summer night must have set it alight. Got dressed quickly and helped the people upstairs to ferry buckets of water to the skip but the fire brigade arrived before we had more than one thrown over. They had the fire under control in no time. There was lots of smoke, my apartment smelled a bit smokey after wards. This morning the skip was full of water and charred remains. That was a little exciting for a Sunday night.