So after a quiet Friday, the weekend ended up being pretty
good! Saturday I woke up with a terrible case of vertigo, which was
unexplained, but after drinking hydrating salts (the grossest mix of salt and
sugar and water ever), I felt better. Probably just dehydration.
Anyway, every year, a group of expats in Dhaka film a show
called Itadi. It’s a mix of dance and acting (in Bangla) and is televised for
Eid, which is the festival at the end of Ramadan. I guess it’s sort of a big
deal, and hundreds of thousands of people watch it. The filming is next weekend
and the first rehearsal was this past Saturday, so I decided to go. Ariadna was
who told me about it, and she was going to go, but then decided not to, so I
went on my own. I didn’t love trying to track down a location I didn’t know to
do something with people I didn’t know, but I figured I’d at least get to
interact with some people who spoke English for an afternoon.
It was at the Nordic club, which is one of the members-only
clubs in Dhaka. There are several of them, and almost all of them are just for
foreigners—Bangladeshis are not allowed. It’s sort of a weird system. In one
sense, it’s nice for the expats to be able to “get away” and there’s a pool
(where you can actually wear a bathing suit) and a bar (I guess it’s a popular
spot for drinking, since there’s nowhere else to drink in Dhaka), an exercise
room and game room, etc. and they host events
(it basically acts like a country club). But, I guess they can be pretty
oppressive towards Bangladeshis and there is a somewhat negative relationship
between the clubs and local people. Up until recently, the clubs exhibited a
lot of prejudice against the local people. They also perpetuate this large
divide I’ve noticed here between the foreigners and the local people. I mean, the
language itself starts it all. But talking to Ariadna, it sounds like it’s
tough to connect even if you do speak the language. The cultures are just so
different. So the expat community is sort of goofy. It’s a bunch of foreigners
who have picked up and moved here to do development work for the country, while
remaining very much removed from the country socially—sticking, instead, to themselves
to form a small community of foreigners. I guess it’s not quite that simple, but
it’s certainly a strange and very visible dynamic.
Anyway, the Nordic Club was nice (I was super jealous of the
people in the pool), and we used their dance studio to practice. I was
definitely the youngest woman there. So many foreigners though! They were
everywhere and everyone spoke English, which I must say was a nice break from
my isolating week. Everyone was friendly and we were settling in when I realized
we were going to have to learn the dance (that’s what this rehearsal was for).
In all of my excitement to meet and hang out with some other English-speaking
people, I forgot the real reason we were there. To dance. I am terrible at
dancing...so uncoordinated. As expected, it was pretty brutal to learn. I just
can’t manage to coordinate the moves with my feet with the moves I am supposed
to be doing with my arms at the same time. I usually focus on the arm movements,
because it’s more obvious if I mess those up. Yes, I am that challenged at
dancing. Luckily, I wasn’t the only bad dancer. And we all had fun laughing at
ourselves trying to learn some traditional Bangladeshi moves. And the music was
really good! Overall, it was quiiiite a sight. Also, I have barely done any
physical activity here. I have tried to work out here and there in the
apartment, but just in short bursts. The heat makes it tough. But this was
three hours of dancing…I thought I was going to pass out. And it was HOT. But
overall, it was a lot of fun and great getting to hang out with people! So,
although I had felt totally awkward going alone, I am glad I did. It paid off.
After, I headed home and finally spoke to Ariadna about
doing something. We decided to get take out and watch a movie. We got take out
from a place near me that has DELICIOUS Indian food. I didn’t even know I liked
Indian food, but it’s so good and it’s everywhere here. I’ve definitely been trying a lot of new food
here and liking most of it. I would list what we ordered, but I don’t even
know. Ariadna ordered it all. It was a mix of potato pastries and kebabs and
naan and this yogurt chickpea thing. Not a good description. But it was
delicious. We didn't end up watching a movie and just watched some old Modern
Family episodes and caught up. I learned about how she ended up in Bangladesh
(it was NOT her original plan) and what she wants to do after she leaves in
September (she wants to do some of her own development research in Mexico,
hopefully with the local government). And we talked about the many options for
working in development and the different opportunities within IPA. It was good.
I have become overwhelmed by the different education options geared towards
development work. And there are endless ways to be involved in development work
for any given level of education. It has all given me a lot to think about. Maybe
more on that later. After dinner and hanging out, tired from a long day, I
headed home.
Sunday was pretty uneventful. I went to work. But after, I
went to a supermarket!! Yes, they do have supermarkets here. Ariadna showed it
to me the night before. It is amazing, and even carries Jiff peanut butter.
Yum. Although, a man tried to talk to me while I was shopping—asking where I
was from, what I was doing here, if I came alone (sketchy). He said he was from
California, but looked and sounded Bangladeshi. Hm. I just gave him short answers
and kept walking until he left me alone. I didn’t go too overboard, because I
had to carry it all home, but I was able to get almonds and Raisin Bran and
chicken and oranges and crackers.
I decided I would try to cook that night. Ambitious. Cooking
was slow. I have a two-burner stovetop, but one burner doesn’t work and the
other one’s light blows out a lot and I have to relight it. I finally eeked out
some green beans and carrots and chicken. It was pretty plain, but I was
starving by the time I ate it, so I didn’t care. First time cooking something
other than eggs in Bangladesh…sort of a fail. But it did the trick for dinner.
And I am just happy to have a supermarket! It will be perfect for when the
market is just a little more than I want to handle or when I need some of those
specialty items I’m missing (peanut butter…).
Last night I woke up for the first time to the call to prayer.
It was 4:30am. I must be relatively close to a mosque, because it’s pretty loud
from my apartment. I was able to fall back asleep just fine, but I can’t
believe people get up that early to pray every day. Also, I sort of thought the
call to prayer would just be a siren or something. I think I saw that in a
movie. But it’s a guy’s voice, which sounds like he himself is praying. And it
goes on for a while. Also, apparently it all starts in one mosque in the city.
And then once the next mosque hears it, it sends out its own call to prayer, and
so on across the entire city until all the mosques have sent out the call. Pretty
cool.
Anyway, on a different note, this Thursday, my Dad is coming
to Dhaka! I can’t even wait. He has a meeting in Qatar, so is just going to
travel that much farther to come see me. It’s pretty insane, but I’m not
complaining! We are going to go to Srimongol, which is the tea plantation area
of the country. There is also a national park there that’s a rainforest so we
will be able to explore that as well. We should be able to see some cool
animals and waterfalls. It’s the closest place to Dhaka worth visiting, and I
think it’s worth traveling outside of Dhaka, since there really isn’t that much
to do here. If my Dad’s coming halfway around the world, we might as well do
more than get stuck in traffic and get stared at (aka being a tourist in
Dhaka). He gets here Thursday morning, and ahhh I can’t wait! Oh, also, the boys
are getting home Sunday now…of course. Will they ever come home? At least I
have an exciting weekend to look forward to! I’m hoping to go out somewhere fun
to dinner this week, too. Other than that, just another quiet week until
Thursday. I’ll keep you posted!
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