Pink City in a Watery World

So not only to I mistreat everyone I know with lack in contact, but I seem to abuse this blog as a gateway of communication as well! At least I am consistent.

Bangladesh remains a rather dry place. Yesterday was the fist day in a long time that it rained. The problem now is that the government has been rather slow at rinsing the sewers, so when the water comes (and trust me it is in huge amounts) the water cannot run off anywhere and hence the streets become rivers.

Speaking of rivers, Bangladesh is most known as the land of a thousand rivers (isn’t it incredible that every country is the land of a thousand something). The Falkland islands must for example be the only place which is the land of a thousand people! Anyways, these thousand rivers mainly originate from Nepal and flow through India to form the Bengal delta. Sometime ago India decided to build huge dams for irrigation purposes and hydraulic power. Now this means that when it is dry season India they close the dams to save water making Bangladesh a very dry place (maybe an overstatement but never the less true). During the heavy rains the opposite occurs. India unleashes its waters and Bangladesh stands flooded (regardless of how well they have rinsed the sewers!). Perhaps it is time to invest in a life raft to keep on top of the roof... (Sorry I know that to speak of ‘India’ and ‘Bangladesh’ as singular entities serves huge injustice to the two countries. Please forgive my generalization to illustrate this point of water troubles.)

I was out with one of my friends last Sunday afternoon and we had coffee at ‘coffee world’ and then went to a shopping mall called Pink City. These coffee places that are popping out of the ground are both nice and frightening. In one way it is nice that you can (as is part of the checklist of what busy people do) go somewhere to grab a cup of “coffee to go.” But then again I have never done that…ever! (well maybe apart from that one time when I had an espresso at Nesta in Malmo). Maybe it is a sign of how much of a non-busy person I am. Café ‘Mango’ is by far the best place to spend a lazy afternoon in Dhaka. Though mangos are no where to be found on the menu, it tells you to keep your private acts to oneself. What they mean with this is that there are so few places in Dhaka where couples in love can go and taste one anothers tongues. So the couples find their ways to a park somewhere, or to a corner in a café. Cute if you ask me. And somehow, this place has become the hotspot for making out (thus the management advices people to keep acts to oneself). But if private acts are to be kept to oneself, and kissing usually involves two or more people: how does one keep that to oneself? Grandiose questions!

Yet another question that arises is, how on earth can one name a shopping complex ‘pink city’?! Especially when the only thing resembling pink are the plastic coverings on the glass entrance doors. But shopping wise it’s quite ok. One can for example find a small wedding statue where it says happy birthday. Why not combine 2 in 1?

Ok! That’s all from a very humid Dhaka today!

/Chris

PS. No offence to the 3,105 people who live on Islas Malvinas who may by accident(?) surf in on this page.