I am sitting here on my hotel bed typing this out. My laptop is the only thing warm in this room and I am using it as a heater on my feet as I sit Indian style. To my right is the sound of thunder and lightning shaking my windows, to my left is the sound of the shower dripping as a reminder that I now have not showered in two days. Or maybe the five or six flies buzzing all around me are the reminder. I don’t really know anymore. I do know that I am putting off showering today because I want to wait until the very last minute to discover that once again I do not have hot water. I have already verified I have no heat. I did not expect to. Actually, if we are going to list things I was not expecting, let us put “spending yet ANOTHER night in Ganzi” at the top of the list.
See, I am an independent woman who travels solo. I speak online with a lot of women who are scared to take the leap. My signature stance is that: if you are temporarily lost, just get in a taxi back to your hotel. Problem solved. No one has ever had to relocate and live in a city they traveled to because they got lost and could not get out. But I now live in Ganzi. Because I cannot get out.