Monday, December 10, 2012

Okay, no problem

Friday I ended up going into town (even though I wasn't going to, because I wanted a nice relaxing weekend before I head to Australia in 5 days), but there was a garment sale, 50 taka to get in and everything was 150 taka. I have a dearth* of casual hanging out clothes, which I was planning to rectify in Australia, but if I can get them for a lot cheaper here, might as well.

Light traffic. That's a CNG, the green thing. They're like
 three-wheelers with a cage.
Friday morning I woke up too early, because that's what I do, and decided to take a CNG into town so I could meet my library friend from another school. CNG's are officially my second favorite form of transportation (behind trains, of course).  We got to the sale early (it was supposed to start at 10 am), but they were already in full force at 9:40. Tons of people, crowded into a hot gym, sorting like madmen through stacks of H&M, Marks and Spencer, Lindex (a Swedish brand), and a bunch of other name brands that I can't remember.

First, you just grab anything you can find that might be even remotely your size. I'm plus sized, and was pleasantly surprised that I found a few things. Then you take your findings to a spot on the wall (it's best if you have friends, they can hold a spot for you and guard your stuff) and sort through everything. This is the best time to roam around, because you can get everyone's leavings after they've sorted. Finally, you take it to the register, they count the pieces, you pay (in cash, of course). I only got 9 pieces. And when I say only, let's compare that to my friends, who each got at least 25 (they were also buying presents, so it makes sense).
I bought a new scarf at Jatra, which is a fair trade store in Banani
It cost more than half of the clothes I bought in the
morning, but it was too pretty to pass up.

It was an experience. After lunch, we separated, I went to Nelo's for a mani/pedi/face threading and decided that I must always live in a country where I can get all three of those for under $15 (including tips). I may be addicted to pedicures. Then I took a rickshaw and did some shopping. The school now has a bus to take students places and transfer them back and forth from campus on the weekends. Normally it stays in town on Friday, but it needed to be back on campus on Saturday morning, so I rode back with them. Me, the driver, and a worker from the kitchen. I kept thinking it would be a good idea to pick up some passengers, get a little extra on the side (I'm sure I could sell seats for at least 300 taka, it's a nice, clean, new, air-conditioned bus), but decided against it.
The bus, on campus. I took this photo at 9:30 am, it's been this
foggy since last night. I love it.




No room for you inside the bus, okay, no problem.
The title of the blog comes from the driver, that's how he describes the Bangladesh people, especially their driving. There's a median blocking you from turning right (because we drive on the left here), okay no problem, we'll just go the wrong way down the road. You need to go straight, but there's a standstill of traffic, okay, no problem, we'll just inch through, going the wrong way.











I like that attitude. Okay, no problem.


*isn't dearth a great word, one of my favorites, next to exacerbate, alluvial, articulate, proverbial, incidental, villainous, and a whole bunch more. I could write a whole blog post about words I like.

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