Last night we watched a borrowed bootleg of Ironman, the kind of bootleg that's taped right in the movie theater, complete with folks walking by with their popcorn. The sound was terrible and the subtitles were unintelligible but who cares? It's not like the movie has a plot anyway.
Our dinner included peppers that have grown almost too hot to eat. Having flaming hot residue on my fingers, I've learned just how often I scratch my face. Yowza!
Trevor has a new sporty buddy, a fellow NGO type who may be the first East German I've ever met. They went running yesterday and have hatched a scheme to join the squash club the Indians here run. We've heard women aren't allowed.