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<pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 23:14:14 +0000</pubDate>
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                    <title>last trip</title>
                    <description>	My last weekend in Bangladesh I took a trip down to Coxs Bazar with some friends of mine.  Its a decently long bus ride from Dhaka to Coxs about 10 hours including the 2 bathroomteaparatha stops there are sadly no bathrooms on any buses.  We took an overnight bus on the way there which ended up being great besides them playing a loud Bangla movie at 130AM and stopping for tea at</description>
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                    <title>Kids</title>
                    <description>Two stories about children that Id like to remember        Child beggars are pervasive.  Its one of the more difficult things to deal with here even after a long time.  In a car they will swarm me pressing their faces against the window yelling Madam Madam  While walking they will run towards me grab my hands try to pull my bags if Im carrying any.  Madam please the</description>
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                    <title>Last weekend in Dhaka</title>
                    <description>Day 47 July 13 2008	Its kind of surprising that its my 47th day in Bangladesh.  It actually does feel that long I suppose because I feel very settled here.  I think I stopped writing as frequently because the everyday things I experience are generally not very new and exciting as they once were.  I have a much different perception of everything now.  Perhaps I am more callous Im not </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Bangladesh/Dhaka/Dhaka/blog-299046.html</link>
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                    <title>Day 37  Tea estates rainforests and ping pong</title>
                    <description>	I decided to take a holiday this past weekend with a couple of my friends.  Even though it was great to get out to Matlab for a night it was still workrelated and after a month in Dhaka having a real holiday was wellappreciated.  I went with Luke who is one of my flatmates and also works at ICDDRB floating around helping out with cholera patients and patients with infectious diseases.  Th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Bangladesh/Sylhet/blog-294746.html</link>
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                    <title>Boat excursion</title>
                    <description>	Ive been staring at the water for some time now.  The burning sun is hazy and doesnt reflect much off the calm brown water.  All of the sudden I see an animal jump.  A dolphin  I say to my friend next to me.  Did you see it  She looks at me A dolphin  I dont think river dolphins come up this far.  It was shiny and gray and arched out of the water  Well I </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Bangladesh/Dhaka/Dhaka/blog-291070.html</link>
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                    <title>Day 24  Cricket</title>
                    <description>	Its been awhile since Ive done much because I got pretty ill.  And I thought salads were supposed to be good for youTruth be told I do know that this is an unsanitary place and youre not supposed to eat produce that isnt peeled or cooked thoroughly.  But Ive had some salad and fresh veggies and fruit because really its the only consistenly good food Bangladesh has to offer. </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Bangladesh/Dhaka/Dhaka/blog-289563.html</link>
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                    <title>Ice cream</title>
                    <description>    To get to work I am picked up and dropped off by a van in a large traffic circle which is a 15 to 20 minute walk to my home depending on how long it takes to cross the road.  I tend to take a rickshaw in the morning because its so early and in the evening I walk home since Ive been sitting all day.  I often get children mothers with babies disabled people old people calling Mada</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Bangladesh/Dhaka/Dhaka/blog-289544.html</link>
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                    <title>To the jungle and fields</title>
                    <description>I finally left Dhaka.  I suppose it was about time since there is an entire country and continent that is left to see outside this metropolis.  I planned to spend two nights in Matlab though I ended up shortening it to one night for various reasons.  The trip started early at 700AM when a car came to my apartment to pick me up.  From that I switched to a van which jostled and honked its way out</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Bangladesh/Dhaka/Dhaka/blog-286400.html</link>
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                    <title>Day 12  Old Dhaka and Back Again</title>
                    <description>	Friday I found myself going past carpacked white mosques to a centuriesold quiet church.  Located in the heart of Old Dhaka the Armenian church is a remnant from a forgotten past when the Armenians bizarrely enough become powerful landowners in Bangladesh.  Being the oldest of Christian societies the Armenians brought their religion with them over the Asian continent and built this church c</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Bangladesh/Dhaka/Dhaka/blog-284938.html</link>
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                    <title>Day 9  Being an expat</title>
                    <description>	The world changes when youve got a man around.  Our third flatmate Luke began work at ICDDRB in the clinical division working on a cholera surveillance project.  So yesterday I began to commute with someone else which was a welcome relief after a disastrous trip home on Tuesday.  Ill drop my feminism a bit and admit that I never feel vulnerable when I am with a man here.  Even when we h</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Bangladesh/Dhaka/Dhaka/blog-283956.html</link>
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                    <title>Day 5 645 PM Gulshan flat</title>
                    <description>	Im in such a good mood.  Work kind of sucked as observed by my ramblings above as well as freaking myself out about the H5N1 virus having its first human victim in Bangladesh.  This place is fantastic and like nowhere else in the whole world I think.  Ive been very nervous to do much on my own because the upper class is driven absolutely everywhere.  I was somehow afraid Id step on th</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Bangladesh/Dhaka/Dhaka/blog-282803.html</link>
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                    <title>Day 7 1037 AM ICDDRB workplace</title>
                    <description>	Yesterday was fairly uneventful which can be good and bad.  Uneventful leads to not being overexerted and homesick but it can also lead to overthinking and homesick.  Not that I feel homesick necessarily.  In the morning I did the first level of a workout video I bought in the States and it was actually really great and kicked my butt a bit.  The first workout video Ive taken a liking to I</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Bangladesh/Dhaka/Dhaka/blog-283163.html</link>
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                    <title>Day 5 154PM ICDDRB in Dhaka</title>
                    <description>	I am so bored.  I cant believe my internet just crapped out on me.  Im tempted to pull out my book and just read or watch old episodes of The Office I have on my computer but then it wont look like Im working.  I dont think anyone cares or is really paying attention but its my first dayI should look like Im working even if I have nothing to do.  The man I am working with </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Bangladesh/Dhaka/Dhaka/blog-282800.html</link>
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                    <title>Day 3 635PM Chowdhury apartment</title>
                    <description>Today I did not sleep late like yesterday.  Instead I was awake at 500AM already beginning to feel heat radiating from the rising sun.  I have begun sleeping in shorts and a tshirt though it is a bit of a pain to wear less clothing because then I need to wear more insect repellent.  Anyway I woke early and at 600AM worked out for a bit doing situps pushups lunges and jumping jacks while</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Bangladesh/Dhaka/Dhaka/blog-282799.html</link>
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                    <title>Day 1Meeting the Chowdhurys</title>
                    <description>       Today was my first full day in Dhaka but I dont know if you can call it that since I slept until 230PM which in my defense is 430AM in New York.  I also had not had a full nights sleep since Sunday.  I was very tired in Dubai and I know I usually do not cope so well with being very tired yet I could not sleep because I could not get too comfortable in the vinyl lounge chairs they</description>
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