[waiting for the midnight train to... some village Jame nor I ever caught the name of. We're pretty sure we ended up about 3 hours north east of Dhaka by train - about 25 clicks from the Indian border. Dee left, Arman center left, Noran center right, Jame right. Jame is not from Bangladesh despite his appearances]
[man love on the train. looking back on the 18 hours together,
the man pictured on the right here (Ronan?), did not speak a word
of English the entire duration of the trip ]
[sleeping on the train - at least we had seats]
[film by Jame; untitled]
[breakfast. delicious spread of different home made pastries that Noran's mom*(?) put together. we arrived in the village closer to 6am, and woke a few short hours later to some great food. actually this was the recipe for the rest of day: eat sleep eat sleep eat sleep.
*I should point out that though we stopped in a few homes that day for tea and meals, not once did we meet the daughters or moms that prepared the fine food]
[well well well. morning rinse at the well]
[stroll through the rice fields - some of Noran's family's land]
[this guy worked on Noran's cucumber patch (I'm guessing he worked on the other plots of land but I like to remember him as the cucumber guy). 'this guy' could very well be Noran's grandfather or father - thanks to the huge communication barrier with my guests, I'll never know]
[one of a few lunches - the works]
[the shadowy main strip of the village]
[shadowy people]
[we sat above on a balcony sipping tea and listening to rap music while across from us two young men doctored some passport photos on an old dusty PC]
[this is where rice is made. every day I learn something new]
[this is where the rice comes from]
[this is where baby chickens are made]
[tucck tuk tuckk tuckk]
[it was hard getting a shot without Arman in the mix... but this one I
rather like of his dark shadow below the black smeltering smoke]
[some kids play with lego, others play with knives]
[one hundred year old tree with clay brick stilts ...
... it's hard to say who was there first, but they seem to be
enjoying each others company]
[playing farmer]
[playing tire. trying my hand at the ol' tire and stick game...
...these kids weren't bad]
[this face reminds of some drawing or painting, but I can't quite place it...
like Justin Gabbard maybe ? can anyone help me out here?]
[remember that cucumber guy from before? yeah,
well now I'm eating that cucumber]
[sunset - hard to capture the beauty]
[Arman, an affable admin assistant at IUBAT; also with analogous accountability
and aid acted with astounding alacrity along our 18hr adventure. Amen]
[stopping at a petrol station at dusk -
on the way back home 22hrs after leaving Dhaka]
[trying to sleep standing on the over packed train back home. end of trip. bye for now]
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