Sunday, March 16, 2008

...And The Story Continues

I don't know why I wait so long between each blog, because then there is so much to write about that I don't know where to start.  On Thursday night we had a small adventure.  We had tickets to attend a local high school musical.  We left the guest house around 6:20 and went directly to the schoool, but we found out the the production was somewhere else.  We then drove to another building.  I walked into an auditorium of Bangladeshis, and there were people on the stage talking in Bangla.  People in the back were staring at us like "who the hell invited them?".  We were totally at the wrong place.  Luckily we found the correct auditorium just in time.
Yesterday was great, because I had my first day off since arriving.  I was able to sit around all morning.  In the afternoon we went on an outing to the Chittagong Club.  The one place in town that serves alcohol.  Nicole and I were able to enjoy a birthday beer, and let me tell you, beer has never tasted so good.  After lunch we went to a couple different markets to do some shopping and then returned home exhausted.
Today we went to look at rickshaw art with a local art teacher.   The colors on the rickshaws are so bright.  All the artwork is done by hand.  The guys can sew so fast its amazing.  I was totally in awe.  If it was me would totally stitch my finger to the plastic.  We were all standing in a group looking into a shop and listening to the teacher when I look behind me.  There must have been at least 15 men congregating around us just watching.  The teacher had to try to shoo them away and once they were gone more just kept coming to replace them.  It was hilarious.  One guy took a picture of us with his camera phone.
  I am very pleased to state that although my presence always draws attention, I never feel unsafe in the city.  No one seems threatening.  They just look because they are curious and I feel as if most are too scared to approach us.  I feel so much safer than I thought I would and I hope it stays that way.
  Well off to another session.   

1 comment:

Margaret said...

A belated birthday toast to you! I'm glad you were able to procure a birthday beer and are drawing such positive attention. Isn't 23 so much better than 22?

Today is St. Patrick's Day and John and I are making corned beef and cabbage. We're also drinking too much guinness. I'll write you a longer email later, but you never told me what you want in your belated b-day care package. To shame!

In related news, I miss you always.