Thursday, 25 April 2013

Of Hartals and holidays

life continues as usual for us in Bangladesh

we spent 3 chilly weeks in the Netherlands over Easter when we had hoped to be enjoying the spring
- but had a great Zomer family gathering at kids theme park Slagharen


Hartals (strikes) continued - on our first week back Saturday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were all hartal days! No Hartal day goes without some kind of incident - usually clashes with police, or vehicles being set alight.  Depending on which party calls the hartal depends on how strictly they are enforced. So on hartal days we restrict our movements in order to reduce risk, but it is not possible to remain at home all day every day. We do usually get some notice that a hartal has been called, but some are called the night before.  This week, only two days were strikes, and after the War Crime triggered Hartal filled month of March, it does feel freer and calmer, but the issues have not gone away.

This uncertainty and potential security risk meant that the Dutch Minister who was due to visit Bangladesh in April along with a large delegation had to cancel.
http://www.government.nl/news/2012/12/12/ploumen-bound-for-bangladesh-after-promising-talks-with-textile-industry.html
A lot of preparatory work had of course gone on by many parties before the decision to cancel was made.

Bengali New Year was celebrated on April 14th
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pohela_Boishakh

we would have liked to go and see the parade by the university, but felt security-wise it might not be the best idea.  So after work we joined lots of other people out on the streets walking round dolled up in smart clothes in red, white and green - and of course eating snacks
 Happy 1420 to you too!









There are lots of colourful papier mache birds and frogs and mystical creatures. I don't know what they represent exactly. But then again I don't expect customs which are usual in Europe would make much sense either....first footing, or singing Auld Lang Syne




Outside a local supermarket

Photos from a local photo blog can be seen here http://dhakadailyphoto.blogspot.com/2013/04/nation-celebrates-first-day-of-new.html

Dhaka returned to world news yesterday following the collapse of a multi-story building just outside the city http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-22289362 it is a very sad - but not entirely surprising accident. Once again we hope that this will provide impetus for long term sustainable changes within the clothing industry (both here and at the consumer end).

We are now preparing ourselves for the events next Tuesday - with the abdication of Queen Beatrix, and the coronation of Prince Willem-Alexander.

Unfortunately this is the road where the Dutch Club is (the orange wall) - it is one of the many many open roads at present due to the ongoing waste water project in the city. It is due to be finished on the 29th.




Sunday, 3 March 2013

A Literary Evening


One of my yoga group Paola Fornari was presenting her expat writing group's anthology, Foreign Encounters  so I thought I would drag Lon along to support her (we were late and missed her bit- oops), but we did catch Rilla Norslund reading some of her poetry. I've had a quick look round her site, and didn't find many of the poems she shared this evening, but did find one I liked - its worth taking a minute to look at some more - they are deceptively simple, but capture the essence of some common experiences here very well.

http://www.rillaspoems.com/what-i-would-share/

Please don't panic - semi-sporadic blogging will resume again from now on...

Home safely

Friday morning saw us dropping Dad off back at the airport for a long days journey

5.5 hours from Dhaka to Dubai
just over 3 hour wait in Dubai
7.5 hours from Dubai to Heathrow

him and his luggage (including jars of pickle) arrived safely.


I think he will have some tales to tell once the jetlag wears off.

Besides the sights and the tastes of the city, the sounds of Dhaka are compelling too, and I will try and make some recordings, the bird that says woo-o in increasing urgency, the sounds of the building sites, the incessant unnecessary car horns, the street hawker selling snacks announced by a conch shell blow, and a rolling brrrr noise. The weather the past two weeks has been incredible - increasingly warm, with a mid-afternoon temperature of 25 in the first days, to 32 in the last - sunny with blue blue skies.

School buses and pavements

Since Dad drives the school minibus every day, it was good to see the local school rickshaws - sorry the pics are on the fly out of the car - essentially a cage with 2 benches, each driver has about 8 regular kids.





This is a pavement between our house and the local park. I'm not sure that they grasp the notion that pavements are for pedestrians so they don't have to walk in the street. Look at all the obstacles!


Dad ably demonstrating another typical pavement nearby, they are about 45 cm high! quite a step up and down when you have to negotiate trees/bricks/tea stalls and other obstacles.  Walking in the street is generally easier, which defeats the object really.

Sonargaon - or actually Panam Nagar

At 2 hours it took us longer than we had hoped to travel the 25km to reach Sonargaon - this was largely due to the chaos round a new overpass in construction.

But we did get a chance to see some transport types unseen in our part of Dhaka 



diesel tuk tuks

the red tuk tuk is extra large
We confused our driver by not wanting to go to what was obviously a very popular tourist attraction for Bengalis (coaches parked in a full car park) - which was some kind of museum and picnic spot, but we could tell that we would be the main attraction if we went in.

Instead we carried onto Panam City, a very photogenic, peaceful place - which is a deserted village of landowners built at the beginning of the 20th century. A few tourists came from the nearby attraction in rickshaws with camera phones on, some local villagers meandered through, schoolboys on bikes ask "your country?" with incredible regularity.  We ambled through looking at the architecture, and life..and taking a few photos

 

















Lon inspects the shaded workshop



 
Dad remembers a stove like this from his childhood in India







lady washing herself in the pond (tank)


dung drying for use in fires







open space + boys= cricket
 
















 
cut throat action







Girls + camera = giggles
this chap came to chat we sat in the shade with a drink