Blogs from Dhaka, Dhaka, Bangladesh, Asia - page 2
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I’ve decided to include the little surprises and mini-adventures of Dhaka life that make living here so fulfilling. The ‘Dhaka Times’ will be for brief updates of daily things that happen: the intention is not to write retrospectively though I want to capture several things that happened in the last few months first. This is the first edition! Becoming Bangladeshi Yesterday I was told thrice I am becoming Bangladeshi. Once was by a work colleague as we walked down the street. I was walking along the road since in busy Dhaka any space will do. ‘You’re so Bangladeshi,’ he told me, ‘there’s a footpath and still you’re walking on the road.’ Similarly, Bangladeshis don’t use overbridges unless they really have to. The city has quite a few across the big roads, but the locals instead like ... read more
Arrived two nights ago by Air Asia from Kuala Lumpur. The driver from the Hotel Pacific was there at the airport...but we had trouble finding him. An obliging taxi driver called the hotel and got his cell phone number and found him. We gave him 100 taka ($1.42 U.S.), which was too much I now realize, as baksheesh. The traffic jams are unbelievable. It took us maybe 2 hours to get to the hotel. Interesting to see the city on the way in though. Lots of kids and others running among the traffic selling popcorn in bags, books, other unrecognizable food and begging. One of the books was Hitler's Mein Kampf?! All of the buses are battered and bashed from numerous accidents. Hotel Pacific is okay. We upgraded to the "VIP suite" at 2500 taka ($35) ... read more
The other day in my English class I asked the students to tell me what was bad about living in Dhaka. At the top of the list was traffic jams. One particular evening, when on my way to dinner, I found myself sitting in a rickshaw in the midst of the turmoil of a jam on Satmasjid Road and I thought, "yes, there really is a lot of traffic to complain about." But strangely enough, I like it. In the city of my birth, Sydney, things are much more orderly. There are sometimes traffic jams too but cars wait, for the most part patiently, in long neat queues demarcated by lane lines. People obey traffic lights there. The contrast with Satmasjid Road couldn't be greater: rickshaws squeezed like citrus fruit filling every tiny crevice of roadway, ... read more
Before the Internet took over, India and Bangladesh used to be countries of letters, populated by willing correspondents, or so it seemed the first time I travelled the Subcontinent, with my school friend Lachlan in the winter of 1995-6. Nearly every day someone would ask for our address: someone we'd become friends with or someone fleetingly met at a bus stop or in a restaurant. In return they would supply their addresses, in the hope of becoming 'pen friends'. After two months in India we had quite a supply of addresses, bundled together on small chits of scrap paper. By then, when we looked through them, there were addresses of people we couldn't remember; especially when it was their village address they'd given, which gave no clue even to the town where we'd met them (sometimes ... read more
It’s not that people in other countries don’t talk to each other, of course they do. Across the world people meet together for a chat, to exchange views or share food; there’s nothing unusual in it. It’s in Bangladesh though that such activity, ‘adda’ as it’s called here, has been raised almost to the status of a national sport. Each evening but particularly at the weekends, Dhaka’s prime ‘adda’ venues such as around the TSC, through Ramna Park or at Dhanmondi’s Number Eight, are bustling with activity. Under the stars, wooden benches are moved about and plastic stools arranged into suitably-sized discussion circles. Impromptu waiters wander with cups of tea on trays; patrons call to them by name to place their orders. People, mostly but not entirely men, because women’s adda still occurs more often at ... read more
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Imagine a Soviet supermarket: an unimaginative expanse of plain tiles and simple shelves behind hefty glass counters; behind each counter a robust middle-aged lady in an apron and a white sanitary hat, or perhaps her younger equivalent with long legs and a flash of unnaturally red or blond hair in styles not seen in the west for several decades. They’d slip on a plastic glove before touching the food which was kept behind each counter, away from the customers and assorted by type. In 2002 when I used to live in eastern Ukraine this was how I used to shop. At the bread counter, by pointing and with a smattering of Russian words, the sales lady would select loaves and I would pay her a few hryvnias. Then at the dairy counter the process would recur ... read more
I’ve never been to Gaibandha, and yet I feel I know something of it. Dhakan days are filled with rickshaws and CNGs. Like for most of the rest, for me the As to Bs are best covered this way. Both transport forms are to be enjoyed, especially because each journey is so personal. Without getting hung up on the over-chargers or the ones who won’t take you where you want to go, there is so much fun to be had along the way and what’s more, it’s a great opportunity to learn something about Bangladesh, in particular the appreciation Bangladeshi have for humour. Commuting in Dhaka, despite the jams, is almost always a pleasure. It so happened that one evening I and five of my friends should go from Bailey Road to a friend’s place in ... read more
Dhaka, Bangladesh - Seeing the Sights in the Capital of Bangladesh!
Published: April 8th 2010Asia » Bangladesh » Dhaka » DhakaI was the only westerner on board on the flight to Bangladesh, but this did have unexpected benefits because when we eventually landed there was no queue at the Foreign Passport Holder's immigration desk. It was a hot and humid evening by the time I hit the road to my hotel and being up so early two nights in a row had left me dog tired and irritable. All I wanted was to get to the hotel so I could go to sleep. Alas, it wasn't to be. Despite being only 14 kilometers from the airport, the hotel took almost two hours to reach. The road from the airport was one gigantic traffic jam. “This is normal traffic for this time of day, sir,” explained the driver. I sat back and thought about the fact I ... read more
Month of December 2007 Katmandu, Maldives, Algeria, Dhaka Bangaladetch
Published: March 3rd 2010Asia » Bangladesh » Dhaka » DhakaThe month of Yearend, The roster was not that bad as I m new..another new 4 destination out of over 80 destionations to cover... Start with Katmandu Nepal, I Love this place as it is such a very old town and country! the architech, art and all the old style building and living!! the people are very nice, they are all smilling as well try to talk to us even they can't speak english! I do remember to try one of the nice Italian restaurant at Tarmia street calls Fire and Ice ... and don't forget to try Everest beers!!! ummm .. and whenever you are acrossing the sky, don't forget to look through the window of your airplane!!! Everest mountain View is amazing!!! trust me!!!! Maldives!! One of my favourite destionatoins!! Time to bet burn ... read more
For more of my photos, or to buy my book, please visit www.nickkembel.com Upon hearing ‘Bangladesh’, most people will naturally ponder various images, which come to them primarily from the media. I did once too. Natural catastrophes that take tens, even hundreds of thousands of lives, over, and over, and over again. The most crowded nation on earth. One of the poorest too. The country is viewed essentially as a write-off by much of the world, a forgotten land where human and natural suffering exist on a scale so grand that few of us can handle the burden of even imagining that we could in some way help, or even worse, actually want to go there. But I want to ignore those ideas, tell you a few things that you probably don’t know about the ... read more
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