This guy: "Do you want to buy a hat?" Me: "They look great, but I am not a Muslim." Guy: "Oh I see, nice beard then. Can you take a picture please?" Me: "Sure, I would love to." - in Barisal
His name is Selim, and he is the owner of a small grocery store as you can see on the picture above. His English was decent, so I stopped for a minute and listened as usual. Of course, first he asked me a few questions about my travelling, then I asked back: What's your name? Your contry? You married? What is your purpose here? How long are you staying here in Bangladesh? etc. As I already mentioned in previous posts, Bangladesh is a Musilim country and that means it's Ramadan. It was 6:30 PM and he insisted I should join him for dinner. So I did - at 6:50. As we were having a chat, he offered me all the food he had, even when I couldn't eat anymore. Cuz this is Bangladesh - after a few minutes, we had a curious crowd around us. He offered them his water and food. He didn't do it becuse of me, but becuse it was normal. After half an hour we were bundos(friends). He told me he is sad because a lot of people equate Muslims with terrorists on the internet. I became embarassed. Didn't know what to say, because he was right. And that really is sad. So I said I would tell his opition on my blog.
Rice, rice, and rice
On the way to see the Sundarbans mangrove forest.
Debu: "Did you hear that?" Me: "yes." Debu: "This is one of those moments when I would feel a lot safer in the company of armed guards, as usual." Me: "Ok, let's go?"
This is a helper. Almost every bus here has a crew of three managing it - the third one is a helper. He says when to stop(one knock on the steel) and go(two knocks on the steel)."
"Hey you, sir, can you take a picture of me please?"