There’s another Bideshi in town. Woohoo! Serious excitement.
An Australian. Well, beggars can’t be choosers… as a JOKE. Works for the World Food Programme apparently. Haven’t actually met her yet, but another volunteer is going to put us in touch.
I’m surprised I haven’t seen her before. Us foreigners do tend to stand out. Guess we don’t move in the same circles. So to speak.
To be fair, there is also another Bideshi in town. Mr. Rob, as he is known. He came over as a VSO volunteer about 7 years ago. Met, fell in love with and married a local. And never left. Now works for UNDP.
Another VSO volunteer also arrived a few years ago. Met, fell in love with and married a local. And never left. Now works for UNDP.
Clearly a theme.
There is another VSO volunteer who came over in 1969. And never left. 1969! Bangladesh was still East Pakistan then. Sjoe. The things she must have been in her times here. Not sure if she married a local, but she started this amazing NGO, Centre for the Rehabilitation of the Paralysed in Dhaka. Talk about finding your life’s work where you least expect it.
Ja. Not sure I’ll be staying quite that long. A year will do me just fine. Unless, of course, I find that elusive hot, 6 foot local. Then who knows.