Run, LK, Run.

I should be able to use my own laptop within a week – pictures to come, I PROMISE!

Yesterday, I discovered that the apartment building I’m staying in (which isn’t actually the building I’m supposed to be staying in…long story but for now I’m staying on another intern’s couch) has a … wait for it … TREADMILL! This is great news, and I now officially love this city with ALL of my heart. You can imagine, it’s kind of emotionally and mentally rough to spend long hours at the office researching and learning how prevalent, profitable, and devastating the child sex trade is here. Girls are trafficked from Bangladesh, Nepal, and within the country, enticed by promises of jobs and education opportunities. Don’t get me wrong – I absolutely have hope, and I love being part of this fight – but there is nothing like pounding out 5 or 6 miles to work out pent up anger at brothel owners and pimps, frustration with corrupt policemen and apathetic political actors, and – gracious, the RANGE of emotion I feel for the girls who haven’t been rescued yet – all of these passions have to go somewhere, and last night they were pounded into that poor treadmill belt.

Best part? Looking up after 45 minutes to see three locals standing at the window, staring like they’ve never seen a white girl run. And maybe they haven’t. They will now!