Easter weekend

My easter's journey started in Dhaka, Mohakhali mymensingh bus stand. We got there at the Bus stand where, workers of different bus companies coming over to us (me and Gloria) asking us to buy their bus tickets. But decided that we would get a bus that a friend had told me to get. Once we got to the bus stand, there was already a long line awaiting for us, and to say that it was almost 115 degrees of so, and such a high humidity I had no patience to wait. We walked pass the line and there came this guy, walked to us and told us the seat numbers and get in the bus. We got in and paid him later for the seats. Amazingly it worked for me, I didnt want to stand in that long line so...nothing to loss although I felt little of those feelings u have when things like that happens.

Anywhere, we reached mymensingh, just than I realised that I had never been to that bus station. I made so random calls for help but no one was their to pick there phones. So the first name that came to me was bridge and I mentioned that and the rickshawlar said he knows the place. He said he would take us for 25 taka, which later I realised that wasnt far from the bus stand, anywhere, I gave what was agreed. Anywhere got there and found a bus that was just leaving. Got in the bus, but this is much more smaller so everthing were all squashed in and left. Just to say that it was an hour bus ride..and I manged through.
Got off at 25 miles and took a van ride which was rough but still I could feel the cool breeze as the van passed through the shadows of the trees. Reached Pirgach at 5 ish and had our meal. That night I get to wear shari and went to mess and it was fun with all the candle lights. After that got back, at around 11pm everyone went to their rooms or their homes, and everything was quite, and I was just lying down on the chair that was placed in the center and counted the stars , the moon in the clear sky and felt the cool breeze as it brushed through. Just being out in the open, felt amazing, you just want to forget about everything..I went back to bed at 12pm...The families were great, they hosted us very well.
After the second day we left for our different areas. Me and Gloria came to mymensingh and the two Bogra guys came back to Bogra.

All in all it was great for me.

sheared sheep wool

MCC reap Bangladesh involves with mostly agricultural activities in which you all know that I am mostly involved with. One of the major areas that we have been working with is called the Monga Project. Part of this project buys live animals and distribute them to farmers that have less marginal land. We have provided about more than 1300 sheep in that area. Its been almost two to three years now and Iam working on setting up a wool co-op for them. And this last week I have been involved with shearing the wool. This first sample will be used for washing, weighing and using them for finding buyers. Right now the wool quality is not know yet and so, I will post later about the wool quality. Just within half day I finished 10 sheep shearing their wool...I amso amazing by myself that I can use a clipper and shear 10 half a day. Anywhere, I am starting to look for buyers now...whether it may be a international buyer or local buyer. Once I find and settle with the agreements than I will continue with the rest of the wool shearing but this will not be done by me, itll be done by the farmers/rather a selected farmer that will be specialised doing that later. Hope all will go well as I look for buyers. The pics will be posted later.

A wanderer, a traveller, a sojourner

I am a wanderer, a traveler a sojourner! Since i came to Bangladesh I realized that I traveled a lot. My comfort I find is with my MP3 player as I am stared down..I have set this invisible walls that I see nothing and hear nothing and the only thing is my music. I rested my head on the local buses several times and awaken by the thunderous sounds of the bus honks. I have created my resistance to the problem of staring, nothing more to say rather a boundary of silence. Local bus is now my place for thinking and the guest house is my resting place. Road side hotels are my dinner table or break fast table..every conductor is my friendly tour guide.
Books have been my friend and MP3 has been my listening vessel. What can I say, this world is not my home and I know that I am just passing through.. its a song and it has become my reality. So, here I go...a traveler, a sojourner, a wanderer!
Cant wait for the best stored for me!!
Peace,