Bangladesh I saw... (Part 3/3)

[Amigo]

It took a while for the waiter to come and ask me if I was here for a drink... So I said yes, and could you please hand me the menu?
And he gave me the menu, and I ordered the beer. And as the waiter took my order, the bar tender giggled and said to the waiter,
"You'll be responsible if he doesn't pay."
LoL...
I must've looked terrible... dusty... and ... poor...
Not by any standard, did I look like I had anything more than a dollor in my pocket. In fact, when I walked in the bar, the lady guests were giggling at me. How rude...
But especailly by the Bangladeshi standard, I was... poor. Or appeared to be poor.
No Armani and Gucci on me.
And while I stared at the candle light that was colorlessly burning,



I thought about Bangladesh I saw...
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Oh... the waiter...
He's the guy who took my order.



And these are the guys who were giggling on the background...
After all the guests have left, we stayed and talked and laughed for awhile... exchanging names and emails... Pretty nice guys. :-)
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After saying good bye to the nice fellows in the above picture, I went back to my hotel, and the next morning, I was nabbed by the Bangladeshi police because they thought I was an North Korean spy because I was taking pictures of the American embassy, but that's another story.
On the flight back home, despite getting in BIG trouble for taking pictures, I wanted to take one last shot at Bangladesh.



The end.

[marshlander]

Thanks, Amigo. What a charming account of your visit to Bangladesh.

[albabonzai]

Awesome. Thanks for putting this up!

[peterinmalaga]

Thanks, Amigo, that's really fascinating and your photos are excellent. I admire the way you take photos of all the men, I rarely have the nerve! The people seem really friendly there. I went to Marrakech about a year ago with my bf and 2 friends and that seems similar in many ways.

[Genersis]

Wow! Thanks for sharing your experience with us!:biggrin:

[Amigo]

You're welcome. It was my joy to post this...

I'm in great debt to the people of Bangladesh, especially those who allowed me to take their pictures.

They were nice to me, and I wanted to show the world who they are...

Bangladesh is... forgotten.

Anyone who go there...... don't even look at them because ... it is in our nature to look away from ugly things.

Poverty. Everywhere.

Hardship. All around.

My business associates... they said,

"It is best not to look."

So they sit in the car, staring blankly into empty space... somewhere between their nose and the beggar knocking on the windshield.

My business associates... they think Bangladesh is not worth even to look at. They are only here for business and money making.

Between hotel and the convention center, there is nothing of interest to them.

They won't give a second look at the beautiful rickshaws.

They don't even notice the paintings on the wall.

They just... sit and close their eyes wide open.

It was... very difficult for me.

To be in the middle of it.

And not feel.

[fjp999]

Bless you my friend