A traditional favorite passtime in Bangladesh: Everyone piles on the bed and gossips till the wee hours of night. After this picture was taken, the bed made a loud cracking noise!
Mithu and Jhumur, the groom and bride, on a boat on Foy's Lake in Chittagong.
Here I am, driving a hard bargain with a street vendor in Dhaka. Look how mean my snarl is! A crowd quickly gathered to support me, and although I would have paid 50 taka (about seventy five cents) for the bracelet I wanted, the crowd wouldn't let me pay more than 30 taka, so I had to leave it.
Here we are on the back balcony of my brother-in-law Masud-bhai's new "chamber" (doctor's office) in Chittagong. It's really nice, very high tech and clean, and I am very proud of him!
A beat-up bus - most of the city busses look like this. Would you feel comfortable riding?
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
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This makes me kind of homesick.
I remember how scared I was of the traffic during the first three days but then got so used to it that I found the German traffic unbearably boring and dead-quiet when I came back home after half a year. The bus on your picture looks comfortable (at least compared to the "maxis" that I always had to take).
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