Archive for January, 2009


Day 19

GIRL IN HEADER

Lalbag an old fort in Old Dhaka provides many opportunities for photography, including visitors. This is another pose of the girl in this blog’s  header.

A slight grin for the camera.

A slight grin for the camera.

Day 18

A Smile
 
 
  A smile
is a frown turned upside down.
A smile
is painted on the face of a clown.
A smile
brightens a dreary day.
A smile
chases tears away.
A smile
is a gift that shows you care.
A smile
is priceless no matter where.
A smile
is the key to happiness.
A smile
a sure sign of success.

When you feel lonely in a strange place.
It helps to see a smile on another’s face.
If there is any real magic around.
It is the silent magic of a smile’s sound.

(02MAR86)

Kurt Hearth

Day 17

Feet take us where we want to go,

Sometimes swift and sometimes slow!

Sandals can protect our feet,

A barrier between us and the street!

Moheshkhali Fisherman stepped out of his sandals to fish.

Moheshkhali Fisherman stepped out of his sandals to fish.

Day 16

RESOURCEFUL

Well the paint on the shelves is dry and the shelves are in the kitchen, one on one side of the gas stove/oven and the other on the other side.  These shelf units were donated by CAM as well as the nice oven.  It had been bought used a year ago, originally coming out of the embassy.  If you look closely at the photo of the painting in progress you will notice upside sardine cans (the one unit was raised up on oyster cans) used to raise the shelf unit up off of the drop cloth.  The sardine cans are still full of sardines I really couldn’t think of anything else.  These cans had been brought from Canada for snacks for the CAM team down South.  The Canadian worker left after two weeks not wanting to take the sardines back to Canada.  Nobody else was really into sardines so they were given to us when they emptied out the supplies in preparation for closing down the project.  They had built 450 homes since starting in the early Spring of 2008.  I did celebrate by eating one can of sardines, once the paint was dry enough to move the shelf units into the kitchen.  I guess the items on the top shelf are in recycled jars.  The jars were from coffee that was purchased over the last 15 months. 

Day 15

Austin’s were in Malaysia over Riley’s birthday so we had a belated Birthday party.  Riley was as excited as 5 yr-old’s can be.   When you talk of recycling paper we experienced it.  We bought a pack of printer paper and on the inside was a poster for the election.  Alice then took the paper and again used it to wrap Riley’s gifts.

Day 14

Shaheen, our helper brought her 11 year-old daughter to work with her yesterday.  I decided to show her how to paint.  She helped me do quite a bit of this project painting two shelving units for the kitchen.

Day 13

We attended a engagement party for friends (Jon and Fiona)just days before they are heading for New Zealand and then Australia for an April Wedding.  They will likely return to Bangladesh in 2011.  It was a special time. 

Day 12

Another fairly normal day in Dhaka.  It’s still dusk and the temp is at 73 degrees F.  I made a visit to the local market.  I ordered three chickens which they took out of a cage, weighed, and then prepared for me while I waited.  I also picked out some nice pieces of beef to take home.  A neighbor stopped for a chicken, so I chatted with him till his chicken was ready.  We then walked home together.  He enjoyed the visit and said he hoped that we would see each other every day till we die.  We inherited a four-burner stove with oven from CAM since their SIDR relief project here is finished.  Today a fellow came and installed it and took out our two burner “chula.”

I also painted the first coat of the main color of paint on a cupboard for the kitchen.  Too late for a before and after photo.

 

Day 11

Day laborer waiting for a job with shovel on shoulder.

Day laborer waiting at Towne Hall Bazaar for someone to hire him for digging.

Day laborer waiting at Towne Hall Bazaar for someone to hire him for digging.

Day 10

Ashura is an annual Shia festival commemorating martyrdom of Imam Hussein.  Hussein, grandson of Prophet Mohammad, killed at Karbala by army of Caliph Yazid in 680. 
Annual Shia festival commemorating martyrdom of Imam Hussein
Hussein, grandson of Prophet Mohammad, killed at Karbala by army of Caliph Yazid in 680.   Faithful strike themselves with chains and swords to atone for Hussein martyrdom.  The murder 19 years earlier of Ali, Hussein’s father, gave rise to the central schism in Islam between Sunni and Shia

 Here in Dhaka many Biharis were observing this festival near the Towne Hall Bazaar.

I woke up with a text Friday morning from the captain informing me that there will be a celebration party at the Star Kabab.  It was a nice celebration.  We also had a birthday cake for our goalie, Ricky.  He did a great job during the tournament.

Ara, Asif, Pritome and others waving to me as I left the party.

Ara, Asif, Pritome and others waving to me as I left the party.

Day 8

What a nerve-wracking game.  We scored in the first ten minutes.  There were 2 – 35 minute halves.   The other team scored in the last five minutes, but it didn’t count because of a penalty before the shot.  One fellow complained and got a yellow card!  The guys held them and after 70 minutes of play we led 1-0 and were the champions.  It is called the underground league!  There were supposed to be 16 teams but 6 dropped out.  8 of the 10 teams went into the quarter finals and the rest is history.  Bear with me.  I trust tomorrow will not be a football photo!