How come Africa could be so cold! Fagged out by a ten-hour jet lag, he, surprised and confused, thought about it before another round of cold gust pierced his marrow. To stave off the cold wind, he hurriedly hopped into a pier that led him to a foyer where he found himself amid other Asian expatriates, including his Bangladeshi friends who were hopelessly trying to negotiate the chill, either by rubbing their palms or by lighting cigarettes. Looking back in curiosity from a distance, he saw Khairul and Nasim staggering towards the lounge, with.
Dhaka-make cigarettes burning between their fingers. Although Asif felt like smoking, he resisted the temptation by putting his strong will-force to work. Besides, before his departure, he had promised to his wife that he would abandon smoking.
