Arrived in Dhaka last night, after a loooong day of travelling. Took a charming 12 hours to get from Rangmati to Dhaka, and then another very special 1.5 hours in a CNG just to get across Dhaka. One and a half hours in a CNG is definitely not fun, especially when not feeling 100%. It’s a long time in a little tin box on wheels, with zero suspension/shock absorbers, hideous traffic fumes, bumpy roads and a driver with little/no moderation in the ‘stop’ and ‘go’ departments. And the incessant hooting, let’s not forget the hooting.
And now, I’ve just got back from the doctor. You know, I already just feel better for having gone. There is certainly something therapeutic and somewhat healing in the very act of someone taking time and care to listen to you and your list of ailments.
I have been given some de-worming tablets. Worms… always a nice possibility in such countries as Bangladesh. Not sure if I actually have worms, but it’s a good idea for everyone to de-worm themselves every 6 months or so. The doctor also thinks I have some kind of gastroenteritis – which is also rather quite vague. But have been given some medication and we’ll see my upper belly feels in a month or so. And apparently I also ‘look’ anaemic (which always, always a good look…), so blood has been sent away for testing. Results will be in next week, and we’ll take it from there.
Decided to spend another day here, and then travel back on Saturday morning. And will NOT feel guilty about it. Have stocked up on DVDs (yay) and plan to spend tomorrow at the Nordic Club (double yay). An expat club here that has fab food, and non of the old fat English barflies that the Bagha attracts.
Here’s a pic from my day of travelling yesterday, the local version of KitKat.