So despite the fact that the great Dhaka metropolitan area has the rough equivalent population of Scandinavia, the vast majority of the Bangladeshi population live in small villages across the vast delta of the Ganges. (This is the largest delta in the world- trust me, I have gotten it wrong in Trivia Pursuit before.)
The river trip itself was interesting as well – even beyond the fact that I just like going fast in motorboats. All sorts of shit was going on on the river. (That statement can be taken literally as well I am afraid.) People fishing, people bathing, people fetching water, little rusting boats going one way, big rusting boats going the other way… I tried to take some pictures but focus is a little difficult when you are slamming across the various wakes of the aforementioned watercraft. I am posting the best of the blur.
On the other side of the river, we took a pleasant little rickshaw ride through the corrugated tin houses, the irrigated rice paddies, the NGO schools, the narrow canals… All in all a quite enjoyable day. The villagers were a-buzz about the white Muslim lady touring around town with her Bangladeshi husband (a little head scarf goes a long way apparently). Which came in quite handy when my “husband” fainted rather dramatically from dehydration at what turned out to be the conclusion of our outing. Everyone was very concerned about my potential impending widowhood as they directed me to a place where I could get juice to raise blood sugar and a rickshaw to take us back to the boat. One green coconut and a mango juice box later, we were back in business. Crisis averted, phony marriage and day trip saved.
Then it was back on the boat and back in the car and back to the city and back to work. Things have been a little nutty at work this week as I am heading (finally) back to DC soon, but I did find time to learn how to fit three full sized adults in a rickshaw, where to buy cheap local pearls, and the ABCs of South Asia vegetarian street food. All valuable skills I assure you.