Three weeks in

It has been three weeks, and I am still alive(thank you azithromycin). I've only gotten violently sick once so far, and I think it was an isolated incident. If you ill informed, or if you have not been paying attention, I am three weeks into the IMBA program. These past three weeks have been amazing to say the least. I will give you the breakdown of a typical day for us. We usually wake up to an obnoxiously loud clanking of our door. Who awakens us from our slumber you ask? Who else but the laundry lady. For 200 Rs a month (40Rs=$1), she comes by every morning to wash whatever clothes you put out. You have to provide the soap, and she washes the clothes in the community shower. She woman is but 85lbs, 4'9 but damn can she clank the crap out of our door. After rubbing the sleepies from our eyes, there is a neighborhood boy who delivers us tea every morning. They are served in shot glassish style cups. They cost 6 Rs each, and they taste like a hot version to the Malaysian iced teas you can get at Penang's. Pretty good deal if you ask me. After we drink tea, we hang our clothes up i nthe room to dry. Here's a picture of what I'm talking about. Can you spot my roomate?