Friday, November 20, 2009
Things That Make Me Happy
Troubleshooting to Take Off
Disclaimer: Everything I am about to say, even if negative, is not a reflection on the organization, the people, the country, etc. it is merely the experience that I am having. Other people are having wonderful times...
The associated study: I approached the study team in September of 2008 to work on this project...and after 8 months of applying for funding, talking the project over with the staff, meeting with people at Hopkins about the project, etc. etc. I had some money and a confirmation from the investigator team that this would be a good experience for me and that there was lots to work on regarding the project because it was new.
The project was supposed to officially start in May, then June. I was asked to come at the beginning of July, but due to commitments in Baltimore, I opted to go in August. Although I did not have IRB approval before I left Baltimore, I was told right before I left that there would be some kinks to work out on the surveillance system and I would be helping with some project management duties. When I got to BG, the project still hadn't started and after being told oh, 4 days, oh 3 more days, oh 2 days...I got frustrated and did some travelling - Sylhet, Nepal, a visit to the fieldsite, etc.
During this time, there wasn't much for me to work on. I had helped with the surveys prior and although I went to the office every day asking to help, I was told I couldn't help with anything.
This taught me three things: 1. Make sure that before you leave, you know exactly what the stipulations of your job will be, when it will start, and what the responsibilities of the host organization will be if that doesn't work out (e.g. will they find other work for you?). 2. Be as candid (but polite!) as possible when discussing problematic issues and what can be done about them so that everyone involved is happy. 3. Don't rely on anyone but yourself.
The main reason I was so frustrated with the project is that every three days, the start date would get pushed back...for two months. And at first, I thought it was actually every three days, but apparently that had been happening since May and I just didn't know. Maybe naively, I thought it would really be in three days and so put off making any plans - e.g. getting a Bengali tutor, finding another project, finding a gym...If I had been more up front with how frustrated I was earlier, they could have been more upfront with me about how little they knew about when they were going to be ready to start - they honestly didn't know because it depended on the construction of their office (something that wasn't necessarily conveyed to me as such). More of my frustration wasn't that I wasn't doing anything, it was that I didn't know when I would be doing something - I was unprepared for all the waiting...And waiting...I didn't have a back-up project, I had wrapped up all my work in Baltimore, my med school apps were in and being processed, etc. etc. And there is only so much your adviser's can do from other countries. If I had known of the delays, even before I left, I could have opted to stay in India and travel or spend time with family and they could have emailed me when they knew a particular day and I would have flown in the next day. Granted, I think the project team was under the naive understanding I was - that it would actually start in three days (I'm not sure how much I believe this, but I think they had convinced themselves of it). Eventually I tried to find other projects, lots of bureaucracy is involved with everything and it didn't work out at the time... All these experiences I can use in the future
Eventually the project started and I would try to help, but again, was told there was nothing I could actively do. Although I was disappointed (this isn't what I had been told prior to coming), I still did learn a lot from just observing and asking questions (e.g. how project's are run, field visits, the fact that you have to check up on everyone about everything, troubleshooting). I still do learn a lot...
My personal project: the first fieldsite visit, I chose an interviewer, who although did not have experience in this type of work, spoke three of the tribal languages, very good Bangla, and moderate English (she had spent some time in Australia). We discussed the stipulations of her job and what she would do and etc. etc. And then she came to Dhaka to get trained (in Bangla just to make sure there were no communication issues). While I thought that would be enough - my training, the Bangla training, some practicing - it, unsurprisingly, wasn't. Although that is all the training we received at Hopkins, I couldn't really translate it to the here. I spent an extra three weeks practicing 7 hours a day with my interviewer on how to probe and elicit detailed answers to posed questions. By the end of it, she had it (!) - at least while she was talking to me. And during that time we also got our ethics approval to start (another side point: know when the holidays in your country are - the local approval was delayed by about three weeks because of Eid and then Durga Puja - timing I was again uninform
Over the course of the past month and a half and interviewing, I have learned the benefits and challenges of who you choose as an interviewer, which is really beneficial for future work and the development of future protocols and any future job I get - all for the future. Main challenges I've had: language barriers, ethnic associations, and training. I appreciate ethnographic/anthropologic/public health research so much more in these respects. I have also learned the differences (implicit responsibilities and expectations) between working in the West and working here. That has been another challenge all in itself - showing up to work on time, timeliness of turnaround on materials, how many hours are in a work day, bureaucracy, etc.
The latter stuff I was not prepared for. And it has been the biggest challenges for me. I am a 23 year-old women in a Muslim country where everyone is older than me. Although I do get added (?) respect for being from Hopkins and from America, ethnically I blend in quite well and so the expectations of who I should be are very different - basically, I shouldn't act like a white Western person, even though I am. Having to motivate workers is hard for me since I am so personally motivated - how do you evoke that passion and desire in others? Having to set rules and boundaries to those older than me is difficult and upsetting - again, that goes with implicit expecations in the West. Having to "reprimand" people when they are doing things inappropriately is even more difficult - I've never really been reprimanded by a boss, so I also don't know how to feel about it and the best way to go about it. I have definitely made mistakes and I have definitely learned from them, but it's not something I ever thought I would be exposed to and something I was completely unprepared for. I suppose a learning experience for everyone involved.
There have of course been some other bureaucratic issues and mistakes and disappointments and cries and yells, but nothing that is probably appropriate for a public blog.
Other projects: Eventually I did get some other projects through some convoluted ways and I will detail them in later posts...
Next time: the results of my interviews...thus far
Thoughts and Observations of the Day
1. If everyone keeps telling me that monsoon season is over, why does it rain everyday?
2. If you are going to put an army in place to monitor the safety of foreigners, shouldn't they be able to communicate with the foreigners?
3. I don't understand rickshaw-wallahs who are chain smokers. I want to do a study on their lung function - does biking all day cancel out the effects of tar?
4. In the middle of a village with no cell phone or radio reception, I heard Aqua's Barbie Girl. And the tribals sang along to the chorus....
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
My Fieldsite and My Life's People Thus Far
"permissions" from the chief of health something-or-other. It was also the opening of the office and I came down with the PI, so there were lots of celebrations, invitations to dinners, visits to the field, etc. etc. However, since I didn't have IRB approval yet, I couldn't actually do real things.
The Way You Look Tonight
Other things I loved about Nepal was the fact that Nepali women are just so damn beautiful. Of course saris make all women look majestic, but there was something about their facial structure and their ethnic ambiguity (to me) that added an extra layer of awe...they weren't Indian, or Tibetan, or Bhutanese, or anything...but you could see resemblences of all of it in them. I know it's naive of me to say they are ethnically ambiguous because they are obviously Nepali, but not having known many Nepalis I try to abstract from the people I do know...Even the modern women were fashionable - with their henna and kajol paried with 3-inch stilettos and cute hair - totally different from Bangladesh...
Even more other things I loved...chai. BG doesn't make chai, they have tea from tea bags and thats about it. It makes me sad. But here, there was a warm milky smoothness of a good pot of chai - the fragrance of cloves and cinnamom wafting through restaurants and the oh-so-magnificant taste of cardamon as it rests in your mouth. For a coutry that produces 10 million pounds of tea a year, you think BG would have gotten the splendor by now...but still people ask me "why do you like milk tea so much?" I cry.
Day 6: Bodnanth and Leaving...
After spending some time wandering, having tea, and buying a thanka painting, I returned to the hotel, had some chai and made my way to the airport. K. had to renew his visa, so had returned to Kathmandu alone earlier. I didn't know if it would be granted in time and I didn't know if I would see him on the plane...luckily and after the plane waited specially for him, he made it (!).
Flying home was an adventure in itself. I was probably the only girl in coach and was sitting alone among Nepali workers heading to Malaysia and Saudi Arabia for work. Another highlight was that we got to see Mt. Everest - rising from the clouds like something you would see in a Disney movie - completely unreal and some sort of etherial plane for higher beings. I mean it just looks like a snow-capped mountain, but really, when have you seen a mountain that is higher than your at-full-altitude plane (well, maybe YOU have).
The moment we stepped into Bangladesh, I missed Nepal - the cool breeze, the presence of women, the Hindu/Buddhist culture, and the lack of smell of defecation...oh well, we were back.
Day 5: to NamoBuddha and Back...
The hike to NamoBuddha was a winding footpath through eons of corn fields and up and down hills. We passed two villages and small groups of children on their way to school, as well as men with huge baskets of maize and women carrying enormous bundles of kindling on her head. Often, the groups of children we passed would yell out, "One pen!" After being very confused, someone told us that often when tourists come and they pass the children, their hearts break and they want to give these poor children something. And most of the time, the only thing people have in their bags/purses/etc that they are willing to part with is a pen, so the children have collections of pens that the tourists give them on their walks. While this was probably an over-dramaticized telling, it may be true.
Day 4: The Height of the Mountains
I was amazed at how friendly the people were here. No one stared, people said hi, no one asked for money, and adorbale little children followed us shouting "one photo please". After showing them their picture on the digital camera, they would break down into fits of giggles and laughter.
For the rest of the afternoon, we sat atop the mountain hotel, drant beer (it's in the country!), played cards, talked, and just watched the mountains. It seemed a popular hangout spot for college kids and at least 3 groups of people came to eat, drink, and smoke. One group of college kids we talked to for quite a while and as soon as they pulled out their smokes, I, of course, began my lecture on the dangers of smoking. While two of his friend's agreed with me, he responded "From childhood, it has been a hobby of mine." I couldn't stop laughing.
It was a great place to spend a day relaxing and after watching a gorgeous sunset, we went to bed in anticipation of the sunrise...
Day 3: Travelling
Getting back, I got to say goodbye to Marijn, still blown away by the fact that I had seen him again after so long. A classmate from JHSPH, L. is doing her internship in Nepal on infant feeding practices and malnutrition in more of the remote ethnic populations and a collegue from her work was going to take us to his home town of Dhulikhel, a small tourist town outside the city.
It was great of her collegue to be willing to drive us and he gave us a great history/current events less on the way. Dhulikhel is about 30 km east of Kathmandu and has lots of trade between Tibet and Nepal (from a highway built in 1965 by the Chinese) and an elevation of ~1550m (~5500ft), making it pretty cold at night. Recently, the desire for a rise in tourism has led to the construction of a highway from Kathmandu to Dhulikhel with some Japanese assistance. unfortunately, the Maoists often bomb the highway, destroying recent construction.
Dhulikhel is a traditional Newari town and the Newa community is one of the older ethnic communities of Kathmandu. The city name comes from the Newari word town Dhunkhyo, where Dhun means tiger and Khyo means playground. Unfortunately there are no tigers. However, the town has existed for at least five centuries and is layed out according to ancient Hindu planning (with respect to psoitioning, shape, scale, and dominance of building, temples, and public squares). Only parts of the old town still remain, but the retain the traditional window carvings of the people - a craft that seems to now be lost. The town has about ~15,000 people, 80% who are Hindu (the rest are Buddhist). The council of Dhulikhel has an 11.5$ million plan to develop tourism....which while I think is ambitious, but good for the community to create business, makes me sad that they are willing to develop it so much. One of those, you-don't-realize-it-until-it's-too-late kind of developments. L.'s collegue was alos very proud of the fact that the city's water system had multiple slow sand filters, providing the town with some of the best tap water in the Kathmandu valley.
Although we were told this was a tourist town, it wasn't anything like the Niagara Falls I have set in my mind as "toursit." After we checked into our hotel, we realize there was no power and I think we were the only people staying there (?). We decided to walk to find some dinner, but realized that the whole entire town was sleeping (it was maybe 8?) and after running into one older couple on the road who directed us towads food, we had to bang on the gate to get the security guard to let us in to eat. After dinner, we headed back to the hotel only to find ourselves locked out with the gate shut and a huge padlock wrapped in chains. There was no guard. K. climbed over the brick wall and went to find someone to let us in (despite the fact we had passed the entire family watching tv and playing cards as we left).
With that, we called it a night!
Day 2: Riots Turn Buses into Planes...
Arriving at the airport, it was so weird to see how many domestic carriers existed for such a small country. It was probably twice the size of the international airport section we arrived at (!). Flying just above the clounds reminded me again of Girl with a Pearl Earring (the book, not the movie) (what colour is a cloud?) Seeing these white, puffy, cotton balls in the sky is my favorite thing about flying and the view of the cities and landscape was worth the extra money to fly here and not miss this part of the country!
Once we got there, apparently everything in the entire COUNTRY was closed due to the revolt. We had to overpay a taxi to tak us to our hostel. Considering how often these revolts happen, I was surposed at how much it still stops everything. Since we couldn't get rickshaws or CNGs into town and around, we decided to rent bikes and just rise. Armed with a small map with no names, we set off to see Pokhara. First stop: a Hindu temple (Gupteshwor Mahadev Cave) where a stalagmite in a cave was worshipped as Shiva. Next: getting lost trying to find a waterfall. Then we were watched by an entire family (5 sisters!) while we ate lunch. Although we found a bunch of temples on the map, we missed all of these and then finally, we came across a monastry emerging from the top of a mountain (Karma Dubgyu Chokhorling Monastery). Climbing a ridiculous amount of steps, we ran into two girls who were kind enough to show us . Other than the amazing view, it was completely peacful with the soft boom of the drums.
On the way back, we crossed a bridge and my bike faltered over a bump. Catching my balance and trying to be aware of my surroundings, I looked to the river below. Looking back up, out of nowhere, the Annapurna mountains emerged (our first glimpse!). As if cloudy Nepal couldn't get any better, the clounds parted and it did. I tried to follow the mountain ridge, but unfortunately, it disappeared behind some clouds. Being completely ecstatic at having seen one mountain, I could return to Bangladesh.
We stopped at this big lake (Phewa Tal - apparently famous in Nepal) on the way back and K. really wanted to oar a boat - appaarently he didn't get how difficult it could be. After about 15 minutes, he was really tired and gave up. We got to watch a beautiful sunset and if it hadn't been so cloudy, apparently the mountains reflect into the lake. I've decided I want my honeymoon here, haha. Apparently you can also go paragliding here!
Way Back in September: Day 1: Nepal
Anyways, we took Biman Airlines, notoriously know for it's untimeliness and the fact that its not commissioned by the World Organization for Planes (or whatever it's called). Everything turned out fine and we ended up in Nepal, inact and on-time (surprising!).
I fell in love with the country before the plane even landed - it was just absolutely breathtaking and while I wish I could post pictures, my computer has subsequently crashed and that's just not possible anymore (I did grab one in time and will attach with a later post). Kathmandu sits in a sit just below the Himalayas, so matter where you looked, majestic mountains rose from the fog and mist around us - an amalgamation of blues, greys, and purples. Absolutely stunning. We had come during the end of the rainy seasosons, which meant that the view wasn't as clear as it could have been and the Himalayas were hidden by the clouds...Granted, I was so blown away as it was, I couldnt even imagine what we would have seen had we come during the winter - peak mountain viewing time.
The owner of the hostel we were staying at picked us up from the airport, which was great! Although he had never been outside of the country, his accent was definitely not South Asian - some words were British, some Aerican, and some Aussie all mixed with his Nepali accent to make something...weird is all I can ascribe to it. Coming from Dhaka, Kathmandu was paradise. Although we were staying in the tourist district, the noise was monomal, there was barely any trash on the ground, and the putrid smell of public defication was absent. Just standing there made me happy and more relaxed. The city was also less hectic and less crowded - no honking of cars or CnGs or anything. And people were wearing Western clothes (!) Things I had forgot existed. Now, granted, we were probably in the tourist section of town, but there were definitely Nepalis who were ascribing to all the things I have described.
Side note: before going to Nepal, I had found out that Marijn, an exchange student who had gone to McGill with me was also there - somewhere. I had sent M. my details and had never heard back, but knew he was going to be in Kathmandu Saturday. I was waiting on pins and needles. As we described our plans to the hostel owner and how I was going to meet up with this Dutch guy, he, funnily enough, told us that M had just been at the hostel the day before! How did we know we were talking about the same blue-eye, blonde-haired beauty? The hostel guy described him "yeah, the guy who never stops smiling?" I knew it was him.
Since we only had an evening left by the time we got there, we decided to hit up Durbar Sqaure. Durbar = Palace and back in the day of Nepal (around the 15th century), the land was divided into three kingdoms - Kathmandu being one of them (Polan and Bhaktapur being the others). [Side note: an invasion by outsiders to all three kingdoms occured in 1768 which unified the kindgoms to what Nepal is today.] The Durbar Square was where the kind lived and reigned from, so the small block is filled with temples and old buildings that resemble courthouses and town halls. This sqaure dates from around the 17th - 18th cenutries, but in 1934 there was an earthquake that kinda destroyed a bunch of the buildings. Although the section was quite touristy (you had to pay to "get in" and everyone kept asking if you needed a guide and people wanted you to take their pictures for money - come on guys, the whole thing was like one city block by half a city block), it was still one of those places that if you lived here, you would come on a weekend and read a book or sit and people watch. If you are ever there, I suggest climbing the tall stairs and just looking down watching the sunset. Again, unfortunately no pictures.
While walking to this place many things amazing me: 1) the amount of people who spoke English - A LOT. One little boy, probably around 12 asked me what coutry I was from. When I said Canada, he replies "capital: Ottawa" and then starts telling me about snow. When the boy asked K., he stupidly replied Zimbabwe (he's from the Netherlands in reality) and the boy replies "capital: Harare" I felt like we were on a game show; 2) how every time you turned a corner, there was a shrine or temple just sitting there, being worshipped, covered with garlands and candles. It was like everything around you was sacred - how could you walk anywhere? It's also such a great mix of Buddhist and Hindu shrines - it seems much more harmonious than other places I've been. And the fact that it was so "out there" - for everyone and anyone to see and worship; 3) The presence and dominance of women - women driving motorcycles, women selling nuts in the street, women just everywhere. Although I never really saw a huge presence of women in Dhaka, it wasn't something that struck me as so odd. However, now comparing it to the overwhelming amount of women here and the openness with which they walk around, I was srtuck by how deserted Dhaka actuallly is - a complete different role of women.
Getting back to the hostel, the owner tells me my Dutch friend is back - early! I bounded up the stairs like a kid in a candy store and after two years, got to see him! We spent a couple hours talking before we had to hit the hay, but just that little bit of time could definitely hold me out for another two years!
Thoughts of the Morning
2. When the pitter-patter of the rain wakes you up two hours later, you know it's a perfect time to rise. One of those not-too-tired, not-too-awake type moments where you can lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the rain, and just be content?
3. There is a spider in my room. Total, a little larger than my hand (or equal to what a normal person's hand would be), with a body that's quite small - maybe the size of an apricot - but HUGE legs. You know how I feel about spiders. I found him one day and freaked out. I have learned to live with him, but every night when I return, I turn on the lights before I step into the room to make sure I know where he sits. He never moves. I sleep. When I wake, he is gone. However, the next night, he is in the exact same spot - how does he know? And why can I never find him during daylight? There are only so many places in the apartment...
4. Living my food life vicariously through bloggers these days, I realize that it is coming ridiculously close to Thanksgiving...and I long for the pungent aroma of rosemary and garlic turkey in the oven, the taste of wild mushroom stuffing, and the sweet tang of homemade cranberry and walnut sauce. Cheesy-chili cornbread and dense pumpkin pie with light-as-air whipped cream. Freshly grated nutmeg and cinnamon stick twirlers in my piping hot apple cider....Unfortunately there are no ovens here. Let alone anything else I mentioned. My dreamworld comes to a crashing hault.
I just can't seem to get this right...
Monday, November 2, 2009
It's been a while...
September 2 - 7: I went to Nepal, which is one of the most beautiful places I have been, so I definitely need time to expand and put up pictures.
September 8 - 19: I took a visit to my field site, which is GORGEOUS. Although we didn't have IRB approval to actually do any research, I met the staff, introduced myself at the hospitals we would be working at, and made some field visits to see how the actual project was going to work.
September 19 - October 12: I sat in Dhaka waiting for my project start. Eid occured and my advisor from Hopkins came for a conference. I went to the conference, attended a planning meeting for a new neonatal health study, and just hung out. Once the beginning of October hit and my project still wasn't off the ground, I began to look for extra work to supplement my time. I found 3 new projects/people to involve myself with...I then FINALLY got IRB approval and headed down to my field site to start my work.
October: Throughout October I have been travelling back and forth from Dhaka (the capital) to my field site by overnight bus (it takes 11 hours) to handle the extra projects I am working on and my own research project.
October 29: We had a Hallowe'en party where we got to invite all the Bangladeshi's from ICDDR, B and exposed them to a wonderful Western holiday - complete with costumes, decorations, candy, and candied apples...mmmm.
So, now I am again at my fieldsite for a week before I head back to Dhaka for a week to have some more meetings and trainings. Throughout the week I will be updating and expanding on all of the things above, complete with pictures!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Paddy Fields
My obsession with rice fields only grew while in Nepal and I found a close-to-perfect description of the colors of the rice paddies in BG.
"The land was divided into rectangular plots of rice, framed by a raised mud bank the width of a footprint. Different stages of growth were segregated in the plots: there were the pale, tiny shoots the colour of limes, which would be pulled and replanted when they grew waist high; and then the established shoots, denser and slightly darker; and finally the milk-toned paddy, ready to be harvested. the plots were miniature islands, each in its own flooded pool; together they were a chequered palette of green and gold."
The Golden Age, Tahmima Anam
Different from the rice paddies of BG, because Nepal is rooted in the Himalaya mountains and the consequent valleys, the plains for rice are limited. I was impressed with how the Nepali's used the sides of their hills to grow rice and maize; usually area reserved for forests or rocks in West, not agriculture (from what I have seen, I mean). I assume terraced rice paddies are common in South East Asia, as well...It lead to the varying green hues interspersed with the lush greens of the forests, dotted with sunlight and the rich yellow of corn.
Side note: Although BG seems to produce tons of rice throughout the country, all the rice in the Chittagong Hill Tracts (CHT) is imported from Burma - I guess they haven't learnt how to use the sides of the CHT hills for rice yet.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Much Seen and Done
There's no more time for braiding your hair in patterns,
Or for being concerned with the glamorous border of your saris,
The tip mark on your forehead, your mascara or lipstick.
No more time, no more time - for the battle for life is on!
There's no more laughter in blossoming girls, or in young widows.
Their mouths and lips are firmly pursed in stern resolve.
Restless now, like the sharp edge of a sword
Are the ender eyes, now piercing and raised.
Not like the frightened doe are these eyes any more.
They are searching, like a hunting hawk.
Their bitter hearts have turned cold, savage, hard,
To take revenge on the brute ravagers.
The women have shed their coy, delicate gentility
To wreak vengence for the sorrow of their lost dear ones.
In the slender bodies and hearts is gathered
The courage of lions.
Boudless strength they hold - these valient women.
No more mere love songs - instead,
They sing: 'Victory for my motherland,
My people, the heroic fighters!'
Dipping their onchol in the martyrs' blood
Spilled in the street, they repay their debt
To Mother Earth in blood.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
icddr, b – the hospital
The hospital is comprised of a “short stay” ward, a “longer stay” ward, a “special care” ward (ICU), and an HIV ward. Pretty much all people who come to the hospital come for diarrhea and dehydration-related illnesses (cholera, E. coli, rotavirus, and invasive diarrhea). The people who have other problems (e.g. respiratory infections) also have concomitant dehydration. All the services the hospital provides are entirely free, but they don’t have extensive equipment (no ventilators, cardiac machines, etc) and so the majority of people are just on IV saline and ORS. It used to cost 20Tk for the facilities, but they had too many problems finding people change that they gave up – hilarious reason to stop asking for money.
On average during the dry season, they have approximately 200-300 patients per day and in the rainy season, 450-600. In 2007 after a major flood, they had 1045 patients in one day!! In a city of 10 million people, this is a small amount, but just in sheer numbers, it’s HUGE! Most years they treat over 100,000 people. Also impressive is the fact the hospital is entirely computer-based – there is no paper used anywhere. The doctors use handheld PDAs which are directly and wirelessly linked to a computer system and a back-up system.
So Dhaka has a reeeeeaaally low HIV prevalence (less than 0.01%) and even though there is an HIV ward, I don’t know how much it’s used. UNAIDS estimates that ~13,000 people in the country are HIV-positive, but the actual number of people who have been tested and know are less than 2,000. ICDDR, B has 10 beds for HIV patients, but only 3 were full when I visited…
I plan on seeing more of the hospital and getting a better tour, but that will be soon to come!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
IRB Awesomeness
Jaflong and Other Thoughts on Sylhet
The border follows a large river and so the town economy is based on getting rocks from the river and processing them into bricks. The men take canoes into the river, using bamboo sticks as “oars” – the bamboo sticks are long enough to reach the bottom of the of river and they are used to push the boats along. They are amazing at filling the boat to the brink of sinking and then pushing it back to the river’s edge.
Other Thoughts
One: So in Dhaka, you can pretty much walk around anywhere and someone will speak English; if you dress appropriately, you semi-blend in; and white people are just the norm. In Sylhet, however, this seems to be less so. As three white girls walking around, we got followed and gawked at everywhere. And not discrete staring, like groups of men blatently staring…we would walk around and have auto-rickshaws, rickshaw-wallahs, and motorcycles stop, pull-off to the side of the road, and just watch us. It’s not like we were doing anything exciting – just standing and talking to each other or sitting in a car or getting gas – and we would have people lined up around the block.
(from in a car, stopped to drop someone off)
Two: What is also surprising is that A LOT of people here ask me if I’m Bangladeshi. I’ve never thought I’ve looked South Asian before – Hispanic if anything – but here people seem to know I have something different about me. I’ve even gotten called Indian a couple times. I’m not sure if it’s because they expect all Americans to be white and that they’re worldview is not big enough to include many other countries or if I can actually pass for someone from around here. Either way, it definitely makes me feel great that when alone I can vaguely blend-in to the local culture.
Three: One of the doctors who accompanied us to Jaflong invited us to his house for Iftar (the food you use to break fast during Ramadan). It was amazingly sweet of him and his wife and the food was delicious. The traditional foods were all present (dates, apples, jalabee, budjees, mango juice, and water) and she had also made channa (chickpeas) and cucumber and pasta. This was finished with some chaa (tea). We went to another Iftar dinner this week and they served pretty much all the same food – no channa, but these cabbage roll things. It would be interesting to me to see what the surge of sugary foods does to the body…doesn’t seem healthy to me.
Four: Being in Sylhet gave me an appreciation for the independence that icddr, b gives us in Dhaka. Here, the staff was really overprotective us of and wouldn't let us do simple things - take a rickshaw into town, go for a run that was too far, etc. In Dhaka, no one really cares what we do or where we go. Here, we had an escort to take a private bus (like Greyhound) to the project site and almost home from the project site - we had to argue like mad for our independence. It's nice that they care and I know it's their job - if anything happens to you, they are responsible - but it definitely inhibits the experience you have here as a student. It's hard to figure out what it's like to live in Bangladesh if you aren't allowed to go out and the power goes out in the guesthouse at 9pm for the night...
So that's the experience I had in Sylhet. It was great to get outside of Dhaka for a week and experience more of what Bangladesh has to offer. Hopefully I will get to see A LOT more in the near future...