Halfway through a six-hour journey through rural Bangladesh in 2007, I realised that I might be missing a piece of myself. We were going over spreadsheets, making phone calls, and preparing for the meeting we were travelling to; the same things we’d be doing if we were sitting in downtown Dhaka. The car was an extension of my office, just as my hotel room was an extension of my office; and just like that identikit international hotel, the car gave me a strong sense of deja vu.