Somehow in the rush of hosting bosses (visiting from America), training replacements, packing and saying goodbyes, I decided I should sneak off from my last week in Bangladesh and cross the border to India. I said hello to Max (who is working in Banaras for the summer) and goodbye to India (though undoubtedly I'll be back soon), and otherwise spent my 3 days in Calcutta trespassing into crumbling buildings, eating street food, and taking glorious naps in an old British flat on Park Street. Through a fantastic company (www.calcuttawalks.com), we took two organized walks (one through the old rich Bengali neighborhood and the other through the city's various landmarks for ethnic minorities, from Chinatown past the Zoroastrian temple to the Armenian church) and were placed in a "homestay" with an incredibly welcoming and fascinating Indian Aunty and Uncle. We also managed to somehow charm the head of the small company and convince him to hang out with us in his freetime, taking us to the best tea in the city and a French rock concert in the basement of a massive Hindu temple, among other places.
My time in Bangladesh is numbered (24 hours), but I am simply ignoring this
fact and will continue to blog as if I am living contendedly in the desh. Until my next post, some photos from India (and a few left over on my film camera from Bangladesh)...
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