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Arrival in Bangladesh

After a few months of preparation and a long flight of fourteen hours we're finally here.

Our first introduction to Bangladesh came whilst we were waiting for our connection in Dubai. We walked through our gate and immediately felt distinctly Western and female amongst the crowd of men in their long shirts. We later learnt that this was because it's Bishwa Istjema this week, the second largest gathering of Muslims in the world after the Hajj.

Our second was waiting two hours to get through passport control which then meant we were in rush hour traffic to get to our hostel.

Driving in Dhaka is much like driving in Georgia was (ie. no rules!) but there's so much traffic that is was often at a standstill, leaving plenty of time to buy things off the many sellers walking in and out of the vehicles.

I've no idea how long the drive took as almost all of us fell asleep after our rush to ensure we weren't eaten alive by mozzies first! Then it was on to dinner and cold showers (no hot water) before putting mosquito nets up and straight to sleep for all of us.
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