Dude, we are one third done with our tour here! A third!
The other day someone asked me what I thought of living here, and I said that I didn’t love it, and I didn’t hate it, which is pretty accurate at this point.
Before I left on OB medevac, I loved it. I don’t anymore. I’m hoping I’d be happier if they lift the walking restrictions, but who knows if that is ever going to happen. There are definite benefits to living here and I am in no way miserable, but I am also really looking forward to our next post, wherever it may be.
Athena had a small eye infection, but luckily we had some antibacterial eye ointment that we brought with us. I’m really hoping she doesn’t get sick here or need any urgent medical care because I don’t know what we’d do. I think the vet that helped Hootie would be our best bet.
It is currently “winter” in Bangladesh, which means that the temperatures in Dhaka are in the 70’s or 80’s during the day, and sometimes dip down into the 60’s at night. Most Bangladeshis are wearing sweaters, scarves and jackets, and you’d think it was below freezing. For the first time since we arrived, I finally feel comfortable outside in light-weight pants and a t-shirt.
The only problem is that now that we actually want to spend time outside, the air quality is terrible. There’s a nearby tall apartment building, and when that building looks hazy from our house, I try to limit my time outdoors and I don’t take M outside at all. There are some days where you can almost taste the particulate matter in the air, and it sticks to the back of your throat. It’s disgusting.
This sounds ridiculous, but I have been avoiding getting my hair cut here. I like to keep my hair short, and I was worried that no one here would be able to cut it just right. Considering that my general philosophy towards hair is “Who cares? It will grow back,” this is particularly silly. A few days ago I got my hair cut by Andy at the Nordic Club and he did a great job! And it was only 2000 taka (about $25), which is probably expensive for here, but it seemed like a bargain to me.
We experienced a small earthquake a few weeks ago; it was centered in northeast India and we felt the tremor here. We woke up because Athena was freaking out, and within a minute everything started shaking. M slept through it, and, aside from some crooked pictures on the walls, you wouldn’t even know it happened. Thank god for seismically safe housing!
Nate and Athena also got stuck in the elevator recently. That was scary. I got a call from Nate telling me to go downstairs and tell the guards they were stuck in the elevator, and as I was rushing down the stairs with M in my arms, a guard and our driver Kalam were running up. They pried the doors open, and Nate and Athena jumped down out of the elevator, which had apparently stopped after going up a few feet. Nate was hurrying off to a reception, and I almost took M and Athena up alone, and that would have been a real disaster, especially since I usually don’t bring my phone with me when I go to the rooftop.
We are keeping busy and life is always eventful, sometimes in good ways, sometimes bad. Only 16 more months left to go!
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Sorry to see you having hard time here. I think these community related facebook groups will help you
Dog Society Of Bangladesh: https://www.facebook.com/groups/dogsociety.bd/
Desperately Seeking Dhaka – (DSD): https://www.facebook.com/groups/DSDhk/
Travelers of Bangladesh: https://www.facebook.com/groups/mail.tob/