Bangladesh one

i will try and add pictures tomorrow but the computers that i am dealing with in my current location are a bit like roseanne barr and oprah in a relay race. not fast and not pretty.

did i ever expect to be in the nation of bangladesh? not really but when a flight is offered to you at nearly half the price as any other you have to be as flexible as mary lou retton. even if it requires a twenty hour layover in dhaka, bangladesh. so i spent my final 65 minutes in thailand with a massage and a pad thai and i was on my way. the reincarnation of my two best friends is well under way. one is much shorter but still maintains its sophisticated/sexy vibe. the other has less songs but more memory. so we arrive in dhaka late, myself and the other naive westerners that also fell into the cheap flight scam. oh yeah... biman airlines, bangladesh's leader in air transportation was quite an adventure in itself. kind of like having a substitute teacher that could care less. no one asked me to turn my i-pod off during disembarkment, i had my seat in a downright position the entire time, and i think i smelled cigarette smoke in the bathroom. the decor of the plane made me feel like i walked out of a time capsule and landed in 1978. orange, yellow, and brown seats with turquoise blue floors. they even played threes company on the zenith televisions. ok that part is BS. it was probably a pan am about twenty years ago, until it was traded for three million pounds of tea. so we arrive and in order to get through customs we have to get transit visas. this includes a trade, our tickets for a plastic token which resembled a poker chip from a crappy reno casino. this token was good for accomodation, breakfast, and transport to and from the airport. usually customs agents are not very friendly. they are given a scowl as part of their uniform and they wear it with great pride. this guy from bangladesh was and will probably eternally remain the greatest custom agent of all time. we chatted about his day, his mother, what he had for lunch. he even asked if i could work for him as an english tutor. been in this country twenty minutes and i already got a job without wasting time updating a stupid resume. during our twenty minute conversation, he didnt once look behind me and consider the line that had quickly grown to nearly thirty people. he was the only agent on duty. one catch with the transit visa, you cannot leave the grounds of the hotel with this type of visa. it is amazing what two little green pieces of paper with our first presidents face can do. just like that, we hits the streets of dhaka with a guide nonetheless. we walked around the city for hours. the people were so incredibly friendly and shocked to see us in their streets. we walked through the markets and recieved hand shakes and thank yous everywhere we went. i felt like justin timberlake at a bat mitzvah. the children chased us and then ran ahead to get their friends to show them the pale funny people who were wandering the streets of their city. it really was absolutely amazing. our guide, ramime took atleast twenty pictures of me and him. we were brothers he declared, next time i come to dhaka i stay with him. in kathmandu, nepal. headed to mt. everest tomorrow. it is supposed to be very large. i will let you know.