Karachi City is HOT HOT HOT!

Wow, holy sweet Jesus hot. Imagine the hottest day in NC. Now, pretend you are in Florida instead. Then, pretend you are in Nicaragua. Then, pretend that you've hit a heat wave and it is smoggy and humid. 112 degrees on the beach with a sea breeze is socks rockingly hot. It is not the oven heat of the interior of a car sitting in the sun in Chapel Hill. That complete absence of oxygen is not there. However, for someone of my age and fitness level to have copious knee and back sweat from moving to take a sip of ice water is pretty spectacular.

Internet, phone and even electricity are relatively scarce resources here (the power just died and now my palms are sweating from lack of a/c), so I apologize to all of you that I told to keep up with me here on the blog. I will do better from this point on. That is because rather than sharing a phone with the twelve girls in their apartment (the guys' place has no phone or beds) I have begun my internship and can update from work.

That's right. Long rumored to be a namby-pamby liberal, I've kicked the closet door clear across the jungle-themed bedroom and step forward into my life as an intern at WWF. Not the barely hidden, ultra-homosexual wrestling extravaganza: they changed their name. This is the World Wide Fund for Nature: they also changed their name.

I work at the Wetland Center in Sand Spit, just outside Karachi. It is nice because I am a five minute walk from the Arabian Sea and because next to my seat there is a tank with baby Green sea turtles swimming in it. Please see the forthcoming photoplate a:. I plan to take on the task of caring for them as soon as I can. Also, in my remaining six weeks here I am going to try to update the marketing plan for this center and to produce a field guide for children about the wildlife in the mangroves around the center and in the ocean across the street.

Also, I got into Georgetown Law. I am still waiting on offers from Columbia (they'll get back to me after tuition is due in July) and UNC. These people have been suspiciously silent in their lack of dealing with me. They must be completely overwhelmed with applications or else I had some unsightly pants stain last time I went to visit them and they are too embarassed and polite to talk to me anymore. Only time will tell. Columbia is a certain first choice for me but UNC vs. Georgetown is a much bigger decision than I would have anticipated when I was first applying.