Wrestling with Unclean Street Dogs
The flights had gone seamlessly, connections were made without any hindrances, and the people in the host country kindly picked me up at the airport. After a meal and the initial impressions of a new culture, I was ready for bed. Knowing it might be difficult with jetlag, I still hoped to get some sleep to be adjusted for the week of teaching ahead.
The street dogs had other ideas. It was not just one of them barking and howling through the night; there must have been at least four of them. They barked and howled as they roamed the streets. Even with wax earplugs, I was lucky if I got two hours of sleep each night that whole week. Continue Reading →
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