It has been almost a month since I got here, so I feel that I should write about where I am.
To not bury the lede, immediately upon me exiting my taxi from the airport, I was accosted by an organized group of robbers who, after a short struggle, managed to take all my belongings, money and ID. It was just as bad as it sounds, and the one thing that has probably saved my sanity was that at the time it happened, I was so sleep deprived from a solid day of travelling that I don't think I ever processed what happened.
But, for the record, if you wonder what it is like to be robbed in a foreign city, and be left at 1 AM with nothing but the clothes you stood up in, the best thing I can compare it to is a nightmare where you are falling, or some other improbable doom, and part of your brain knows that it just can't be real. Only, without that last part: this totally improbable situation is exactly what is really happening at that moment. This moment of starkness is quickly getting buried as I slip into a comfortable and productive life, but I want to document it for the future.