After our second breakfast we took a ferry across the river to visit Kadimbara village.
This is where I finally fell in love with Bangladesh. It was such a peaceful and happy place on the day we visited. The sun was shining, but not yet painfully hot. The women in the village have been working with Tarango for a number of years now, and the changes that they had all been able to make were evident. Rooves and foundations were well maintained, and all the compounds were spotless. There is enough. The village is however, still waiting for electricity.
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we called these poo-sticks, they will forever now be known as shit-kebabs |
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kantha quilts drying |
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I am confident that the life this little girl will lead will be improved because her mother works for Tarango |
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note the super high washing line for hanging saris |
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baskets being made
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small shrine |
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kantha lungis |
I will always be looking at washing lines now for kantha quilts which are made in the villages from need
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freshly puffed rice snack |
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hot pink and orange kantha - yes please! |
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kitchen - fuel efficient stoves in use |
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draining board |
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Proud Tarango trainer
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We spent some time with one of Tarangos master trainers and her family. Through her efforts and income they now have a fish pond and a new chicken coop, ready for delivery of 300 chicks.
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chicken shed - ready for inhabitants |
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