clouded foresight

miserable night in a sleeping compartment with five other people. it must have been 40C inside with no ventilation. gettin’ too old for this. thinking how the money can insulate, isolate one from such things. leaving simple hardships to the poor. incredibly, I have been thinking of more travel in the less-developed world, but ponder whether there is a pool of toughness to do it with. soft and flaccid in the West. all toughness bled away by lack of discipline. and clouding of foresight.