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One of the most serene and relaxing places in Dhaka to me is the Monument to the Martyrs of the ’71 war. Even though I am by birth an American, I can’t walk… Continue reading
One of the most serene and relaxing places in Dhaka to me is the Monument to the Martyrs of the ’71 war. Even though I am by birth an American, I can’t walk… Continue reading
I am a self-proclaimed caffeine addict. Notice I said addict and not snob. If I don’t have my morning fix within a hour of waking, I feel the beginning stages of headache and… Continue reading
A statue of a man making pottery at Dhaka Airport. All my life it was Zia International, but they changed the name to something I can’t pronounce. We went to my dad’s family… Continue reading
The photo above was taken when we landed in Dhaka at sunset (about 5 p.m) on Christmas Day. But in Philly it was about 6 a.m. Christmas morning and most of my friends… Continue reading
You realize you are Generation Y when feeling “home” to you isn’t about eating a home-cooked meal, but having wi-fi. I’ll try to write shorter posts during our travels (through the WordPress iPhone… Continue reading
This post is a little outdated, but whatevs . . . What do you make for Thanksgiving when you have a mom who doesn’t eat beef, a husband who doesn’t eat meat, and… Continue reading
The latke and I are getting close to our desh trip so with tying up loose ends at work and dealing with visa issues, I haven’t had much time to write a proper… Continue reading
Here’s a scenario . . . Pretend that someone asks you to a dinner party on Saturday night. You check your calendar and see that you have a prior engagement (lets just say… Continue reading
To save yourself from embarrassment, the general rule in Kolkata, and pretty much the rest of India and Bangladesh is always use your right hand when eating and when giving to or receiving… Continue reading