At Home…
Once the dish with biscuits, apple, grape and Bangladeshi sweets (traditional Bangladesh foods) were on the table, it was nevertheless a little too crazy (except that it feels rather strange to be wary of strangers invited to be at home). We had fun chatting and nibbling on when the host suddenly said that I had to carry him some food. Yes, you read it correctly, run ….what the… ?! That I do not intend, and have also said. But after a while he began again: he wanted to eat, but only from my hand … I refuse busy and bizarre to say that I thought that I wanted to show him a cookie, but would not carry quite uncomfortable in my seat sliding … But he kept insisting.
His mother did not like it and was busy grumbling at him, but he kept insisting. Given the cozy atmosphere as I got lost him a biscuit in his mouth quickly so he still would be printed. The grapes were me too far! But then quickly tried to leave but could not. Because then we had another gentleman to his house across the street. Also since we got back we have cookies and a photo album to browse through.
On the way we came in one of the many taxi man who invited us back for dinner, and oh three is lucky, so we accepted the offer. He calls his wife like that special guests came and they had to get Coke and eat it up. Felt like already loaded … but according to him it was No Problem! We could even take a shower, which is very nice because we had the evening at 23.30 the night bus to Dhaka would take. It was a rich man with a rather luxurious house (living room and bedroom separate (usually a small room), PC, mega stereo (with cassetebandjes) bathroom with western toilet, but also best fine once! Telephone, air conditioning etc) and he himself had also traveled a lot. He owns a farm with fruit and livestock (cow fattening: D) and was very busy with new machines and computer programs for his company to run efficiently. Again we went and we had to look at pictures Skype with his sister who lives in Greece…. And so one evening flew that first appeared on hours waiting at the bus company so fast.
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