Well it's been a long time since my last post and that is for several reasons. The first is that I have been pretty busy with work and the second is that life has settled into a fairly normal routine and so to me it doesn't feel like there is that much that is interesting to write about. I'm sure this isn't true but Bangladesh just feels like home to me. I guess I realized how much I've changed in the last 18 months or so when I went to the airport to meet Gavin and Christy, 2 new Australian Volunteers who have come to CRP.
On the way back from the airport while we were crashing along bumpy roads and dodging in and out of rickshaws and other assorted vehicles I was sitting sideways on the seat in front of them leaning against the window so I could chat to them along the way. It was great to see the looks on their faces as we weaved along the crowded streets, lots of near misses and always something interesting happening everywhere. It took me back to when I first arrived and everything was new and fresh and exciting.
The sensory overload is unbelievable. There is so much noise and so many people crowding the sides of the narrow roads, women in bright colored clothes, men in lungis carrying impossibly heavy looking loads on their heads, vast fields of rice interspersed with the tall chimneys of brick kilns pumping black coal smoke into the already dusty air. Bangladesh is truly a country of extremes.
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