So this blog should have been up yesterday but the power went off and I wasn't about to sit around and wait for it to come back on, so to my loyal followers: I hope you enjoy this one.
The spice is located in chicken kabobs that don't look all the spicy.. That is until your tongue touches them, it's not a spice from sauce either it's something they put on like you would salt. By far the spiciest thing I've ever ate. The heat is really starting to bother me, it's not possible to walk 5 minutes without being covered in sweat. I've been drinking a large amount of water to help with the dehydration, the other morning for breakfast I drank a full litre of water in about 10 minutes.
Slight correction on the language here, it's Bangla not Bengali. Also, the main religion here is Muslim, over 80% of the people are Muslim. This is a big difference from Nepal and India where the main religion were Hindu and Buddists. So I'm in Jessore now, it was about a 1.5 hour bus ride from Khulna. There doesn't seem to be much to explore in this town, no historical sites anyway. I'm gonna stay here for 2 nights and then take a train further north. The 2 nights in Khulna were really cheap, a little more then 2 dollars a night. The hotel was nice enough and there wasn't any bugs on the beds sheets so that was good. Here in Jessore I'm staying at a pretty fancy hotel, I decided that I wanted AC and a tv.
As I said before I'm a pretty interesting site in Khulna, I wear sunglasses just so I don't have to make eye contact with everyone I say hello to. In Jessore I'm not as popular, which is fine with me because it was starting to get annoying. I'm sure it'll start up again soon. So here's a typical conversation with a local(it happens just as fast as you read it)
Local: Hello
Me:Hello
LM: what is native country?
me: Canada
LM: Why come Bangladesh?
Me: Tourism
LM: How long you stay?
Me: 2 weeks
LM: what is your professional qualification or are you student?
Me: I work
LM: What is job?
Me: Security Guard at shopping complex
LM: How much salary you make?
Me: 30,000(to round up)
LM: Oh very good, are you married?
Me: No, no kids either
LM: why no marry? The look of disappointed on his face when I tell him I'm not married is unreal. They can barely believe it.
Me: I usually just say I don't know why I'm not married. the real reason is they are man made prisons, your doing time!
LM: In Bangladesh the main food is rice and fish, what is national food of Canada?
Me: I hesitate for a bit and then answer with beef and pork(I guess, I don't really know)
LM: okay, thank you.
Me: your welcome.
So I've probably had this conversation 50 times, the other night I went to a new years celebration and I had it about 5 times in row because different people kept coming by. Another common thing is for me to walk down the street and people just shout " hello, what is country?" It's pretty funny sometimes. At that New Years party for the year 1417, my picture was taken a lot and I was given a little flower pot which I will probably re gift later to my mom(don't tell her).
Food here can be pretty cheap, since there isn't a tourist market here there aren't many western style restaurants or food available so for breakfast I just wander around until I find some place that looks clean. Most of the "waiters" don't speak English well enough for me to tell them what I want so I just say naan bread and egg and I'll eat whatever they bring out. Breakfast is pretty safe most of the time. I went to a great place in Khulna called Grillhouse, this was my first encounter with a spicy kabob. The food at this place was fantastic and it was very clean, mostly just middle class Bangladesh people because it's a bit more expensive then other places.
So there's a little bit of a problem with flights into and out of Europe, I really hope that cloud of ash is gone by next week because I would like to fly home. At first I thought I'd be fine since I was leaving from India and then I realized I stop in Brussels. Well hopefully everything will work out because next Thursday I'm coming home.
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Dont bring that "potted plant" on the plane..If it"s a poppy you will get ten years for smuggling opium...Then Dirty will really miss you......Rico
ReplyDeletethanks for the advice Rico. The last place I'd want to end up is a jail in Bangladesh
ReplyDeleteyou are officially funny. Great writing! My only advice, is try to avoid fecal-oral contact.
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