Woke up at 2:30, nauseous from the malarone, then got up at five to catch a ride to the airport and promptly ran a gel pen through my thumb, twisted my ankles in all sorts of uncomfortable ways (remember those MBTs? great for walking; not so much for clambering around thousand-year-old ruins), got overrun by some kind of crazy ants while setting up a time-lapse shot, and tossed back a journalist's portion of Singapore Slings at the Foreign Correspondents' Club (one can always aspire). Wouldn't trade it for anything.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment