Less than a week to go...

There's less than one week to go until I head to Bangladesh with VSO on the Global Xchange programme and I have to admit that it hasn't really hit me yet that I'm going. I've got my train tickets to London sorted and a few toiletries ready but that's about it so far; so this week will be a mad dash round getting everything packed into the rucksack that I may or may not have yet.

Next Tuesday we'll all meet for the first time in London as we do our pre-departure training. Then it's a long plane journey to Dhaka with plenty of time to get to know each other and practise our Bengali (let's just say that mine could be a lot better!) We'll have a few days to acclimatise and then our team will divide into three and we're off to different areas of Bangladesh. I'll be based in the Chittagong Hill Tracts which looks like a beautiful part of the world.

Here's a map of where I'm heading next week.

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