Lost in Translation
A day spent waiting for typhoon Wipha to do her thing again, and a full agenda of meetings where my every word had to be translated once, sometimes twice, and by the end of the day, I felt that much further away from my subject matter as I stared out the window at the wind blowing and the intermitten heavy rainfall. Driving along the roads where people went by on bikes with large umbrellas opened and balanced against the pouring rain, I felt that sense of isolation that comes when you are really operating on some sort of deficit of time and wherewithall.