5 Weeks In
I have survived 5 weeks.
That’s why I am writing this from an Airport lounge, as we are off on
our hols to Malaysia for 3 weeks over Christmas and New Year. So what its been like you all cry? I can hear you – honest – I can.
Just now it is all about survival. Already we have moved to another transit flat
which is dark and quite depressing as our permanent accommodation took a while
to find and once found is now basically having to be rewired, replumbed etc –
even when it is a brand new building!
The projected move in date is now mid January 2013 – fingers crossed. Mind you, one thing I have learned. There is time and then Bangladeshi time. Don’t hold your breath as you would die of asphyxiation.
This delay has basically meant we have been living with what
we have brought in suitcases and whatever food that has been bought since. An interesting experience I grant you. Our 72 boxes are in country in a store, but
until we get our pad, there is no point delivering them. I am now starting to think whether that was a
wise move or not.
It did result in a
mercy mission to the store to get golf clubs out and the kilt for the
Caledonian Ball. Yep, 5,500 miles away
and I am eating smoked salmon from Dunkeld, Haggis from Orkney followed by
Aberdeenshire beef and then dancing to a Ceilidh band, specially flown in for
the occasion. Talk about déjà vu or some
kind of weird dream.
Life is like living in a village. The community is small, even though I am
meeting new people daily from other Missions etc and no doubt add to the
address book as time goes on. One
restrictive factor has been the lack of wheels, which as of today has been
resolved. The diplomatic zone, is pretty
straightforward to walk around whilst dodging 4x4, tuk-tuks and rickshaws. However there is more to Dhaka and a car is
essential - I hope. Hopefully 2013 will see
exploratory trips to further afield.