It’s hard to believe we’ve been here for over two weeks already. On one hand it feels like we just arrived; on the other hand, it seems like we’ve been here for months.
It’s really hitting home that we live here now. We are making friends and developing social circles, and creating new routines. Most of our worldly belongings are in Dhaka or on their way here. It’s kind of crazy.
Having our UAB here is huge. Stuff is just stuff, but having our stuff here has really helped make our apartment feel like home. I’ve missed my favorite wooden spoons and my mini-spatulas, and there’s nothing like curling up in bed under your own duvet and blankets in the same sheets you had in the States. Just ask Athena.
A few nights ago we experienced late-night road traffic in Dhaka and it was harrowing. Apparently the main road through Dhaka is closed off to big trucks during the day, and then at 10 pm the roads are opened up to everyone. This meant the roads were filled with huge trucks carrying who-knows-what, sometimes with people on top of the trucks, and enormous buses bursting with people, hell-bent on getting where ever they’re going as fast as possible. There was one bus that was right behind us, literally a foot away, blaring its horn. I thought the bus was going to hit us for the hell of it. Eventually the bus passed us, and when a truck wouldn’t let the bus cut in front of it, the driver thrust a long metal rod out his window and waved it menacingly. What a three-ring circus. I can’t imagine what traffic is like outside of Dhaka where drivers can actually pick up some speed.
Over the weekend we went to the consular section farewell party, and, wow, do they know how to party! Americans and Bangladeshis were shaking it on the dance floor for hours, including the ambassador. The party was hippie themed, but the DJ seemed to have his American music decades mixed up and he played 80’s dance tunes all night. But, hey, who doesn’t love the 80’s?!
Our apartment has a little rooftop where we sometimes take Athena to run around and eat grass. You can bolt lock the door from either the inside or the outside, and theoretically when you lock the door from one side it can’t lock from the other side because there is no one there to lock it. Well, that’s apparently not true. Somehow we got locked onto the roof. Neither of us had a cell phone or anything. Nate tried leaning over the roof wall and yelling for the guard, but that didn’t work. So then he yelled to the guy across the street who was also on his roof, who then yelled to the guard. Eventually they both got the guard’s attention, but nothing happened. Finally the guy who lives on the floor below the roof came home, and he came up and let us down. Nate talked to the guard, and apparently he could tell something was wrong but he didn’t know what exactly, so he decided to ignore it. Gee, thanks buddy.
Oh, and our apartment building has kittens! About 10 days ago there were two dead kittens by the tree in front of our building, and we had a feeling they came from a liter nearby and just didn’t survive. Life here isn’t easy for street animals. Well, yesterday we noticed three little black and white kittens bouncing around in our compound parking area behind the generators. They are really cute, and I’m glad to know that some of the kittens were able to survive.
Our adventures in walking Athena continue. There are lots of nice parks with well-maintained walking paths, but dogs aren’t allowed. So that sucks. A few nights ago we were walking by the American School and two stray dogs came out from under a bus and started to approach Athena. Nate tried to scare them away by kicking in their general direction, which usually intimidates the strays enough for them to leave you alone, but these two were undeterred. These dogs seemed friendly and easy-going, and we let Athena meet them because we didn’t really have a choice since neither of us is heartless enough to actually kick a nice dog. All went well, and she had fun strutting down the street with her stray dog posse, getting the occasional butt sniff.
It’s monsoon season here, and Nate and Athena got caught outside in their first monsoon. Luckily they weren’t too far from home, and they came back only moderately soaked and bedraggled.
So, yeah, things are good here. Maybe I still have my rose-tinted glasses on since we really only just arrived, but we are enjoying life here. And no matter how hot it gets outside, at least we always have an air-conditioned apartment to return to!
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Totally enjoying reading your blog, please keep the stories coming!