This is the second mall I have visited so far and the most impressive one.
Here in the malls the most common shops are clothes/fabrics and gold/jewellery.
There are so many clothing shops and they all sell the same thing — traditional (mostly women) clothing. All the kameez , that long dress that one should wear with pants, and regular dresses are so colourful and different, but at the same time all look the same.
Check it out yourself. And yes, all the personnel in the stores — only men.
And this is a fraction of that abundance of colours, patterns, fabrics and embroideries.
Then I checked out the view from one of the side windows. And that is like all Dhaka — full of contrasts.
When walking around I was invited to join the women’s club. I was so naive and though that it had some social or political idea, but no, in the end I was gives free samples..aha. And btw there are no tampons to be found here! I took a picture with girls anyways, they were super nice!
I also had a scoop of Baskin Robbins ice cream (hello Saratov!) that I love. Even though Movenpick was right on the other side
More shopping to be done and more wondering around local malls ahead!
There are a few guys in Dhaka who organise “the parties to be at” in Dhaka.
The last one of those parties was last week at the pool in one of the most expensive hotels in Bangladesh – Westin. (You can actually see the hotel from our living room, but the picture is too dark.)
Most of the local girls were swimming in shorts and t-shirts. Guys were not as you can imagine.
There were a bar, a photo booth and djs — everything like a standard party. Except for when you left the building you will see rickshaws, beggars, people sleeping on the streets and lots of garbage. And yes, girls cannot walk on their own once it gets dark.
This week we have local elections and therefore got a day off on Tuesday, woo-hoo! People of Dhaka get to choose two mayors (one for south Dhaka and one for north) and somebody else. All foreigners were advised not to leave their houses because of possible danger.
Remember the crazy posters? Well, it got worse on the day before election. Btw, see the teapot candidate? Apparently, women participating in elections only get routine-connected symbols.
The streets were empty on Tuesday, because all the vehicles were banned from the streets except for rickshaws. Unfortunately I don’t have my own pictures, because, like I said, it was strongly recommended not to leave the house.
Our maid though showed me something interesting the day after election. Look at her finger. This is the mark one gets after voting so it would be impossible to vote multiple times.
Nevertheless everybody is compaling that the election was not fair. Attendence was very low and representatives of the current political party won.
Newspapers are full of terrible stories about violence againds some reporters and even foreign observers.
I was told that FUAD in Bangladesh is like Justin Timberlake in the States. He was the first one to start making pop music here. (Pretty sure that JT wasn’t the first one, but that was the comparison!)
As you can see, I had lots of fun 🙂 Music was great and apparently these are the covers to traditional Bangladeshi songs.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p02P7ttmK_M
Wish they played once again, but the guy was leaving to New York. This concert was definitely a great experience!
Just to show you that I was still following the tour even though the scenery around me was so interesting. An example of the British colonial architecture (you see the column?)
Then we took a boat along Buriganga. Just no words.
Here is also a couple of videos
http://youtu.be/VTfmadTHMbc
http://youtu.be/I4awfLz9vmc
This man was one of the two smiling people I met during this tour.
A couple of other examples of European architecture in Dhaka. The buildings were built in the 18&19th centuries in French tradition and were owned by the Hindus that left to India when the situation here became unsafe for them.
Like I mentioned before, the most interesting things happened while we were walking from one sight to another.
One of the kids is holding a cricket bat. Cricket is a national sport here and right now Bangladesh is playing with Pakistan which is very important considering the recent history. So far Bangladesh has been winning and everybody is very excited about it. (Unfortunately, I am not a sports fan!)
The final part of our tour was the palace that was turned into the fruit market. But to get there we had to go through the spice market. There is a lot of chilies, ginger and garlic there. Being Russian I have seen a lot garlic in my live, but not so much chilies!
At the fruit market it was the first time when I saw paan. These are leafs that people in Bangladesh chew to get high. Haven’t tried myself and didn’t talk to anyone who did, but if I do, will let you know!
Thankfully, people in Bangladesh enjoy being photographed.
And here is my goat friend that I met at the market at the end of the tour!
Like I said before, Dhaka is enormous. The ride to the Old Dhaka from Gulshan takes about an hour on Friday, which is a common weekend, but on a regular day it can take 2-3 or even more hours.
Every Friday the organization Urban Study Group invites everybody interested to join for a tour in the Old Dhaka. The Group consists of some architects and volunteers who are working on protecting old buildings in Puran Dhaka (Old Dhaka).
Last Friday I joined the tour and it was pretty intense. One thing to understand about Old Dhaka — even the locals don’t know it very well unless they live there and a woman wouldn’t go there alone even during the daylight.
Tours change every Friday, but some buildings are still visited almost every time (from the words of those who it it a few times already).
This tour included a visit to two Mughal Caravanserais in the Chawkbazar area, a couple of 18th&19th century mansions of the former Hindu Zamindars and the palace of Ruplal Das (which was turned into a vegetable market).
All these buildings are in a very sad condition, 100 times Belgrade I would even say. And I personally was more fascinated by the people, how they live and what they do, so below you won’t find many pictures of crumbled buildings, but mostly people and surroundings of Puran Dhaka.
One of the funniest things you notice walking around Dhaka is many posters of some people with random objects on them.
They are candidates for the upcoming election. Each of them has a symbol and all these symbols are very simple. So far we were told that the fish and pumpkin guys will most likely win. (There was also a couch guy, I would think that he has good chances too!)
As you can see, each poster is in its own plastic bag. Plastic bags actually sort of prohibited in Dhaka, will tell a story about it some other time.
Here is a look from a rooftop we climbed at to check out the view to one of the Caravanserais. Fairly speaking, the view over the Caravanserai specifically wasn’t that spectacular, but the overall impression was very strong.
While climbing up the stair we even spotted somebody’s rings (hey Copenhagen!)
Others though don’t seem to need any gear to exercise.
Btw, do you see people just standing and looking? That is a very common view. Staring is much more common in Old Dhaka, but still not as bad as I expected it to be. Most of the people will stare at you with a pretty grumpy face and even if you smile back at them it doesn’t help — they won’t crack a smile. I wonder if it is because of their hard life or for some other reason.
In-between we also visited a soap factory. And this was intense. Have a look for yourself.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8d0RHHn8oO4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kxApPzMHOc
Do you see little kids working there? Well, according to the law kids cannot work until they are 16, between 16 and 18 they can work, but only with a doctor’s approval. Here it was a different case. From what I heard these kids make about 100 taka a day or, according to a different source, 1200 taka a month.
Final look
The second part of the tour including a boat ride, crumbled buildings of British and French architecture and more local faces comes tomorrow. Stay tuned!
Dhaka is enormous. I am living in the most expat-heavy area called Gulshan. Gulshan in divided into two parts — Gulshan 1 and Gulshan 2. Both parts are considered to be classy, but Gulshan 2 is more classy than Gulshan 1.
Yesterday I was waiting for a friend at the Gulshan 2 circle, which is the centre of Gulshan 2. It is a roundabout and a very common place to meet people.
Here is a little video of what I have seen and heard (well, you don’t get the air pollution and some smells).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMxH6gS020A
Did you notice all the honking? Yeah, it is pretty crazy.
For a week I have been looking for a place to shape and dye my eyebrows.
And finally! (It is definitely not a popular procedure here.)
This is the owner. She was born and raised in Bangladesh, even though her family is Chinese. Then she lived in the US for about 10 years and came back a year ago.
That is the lady that actually did my eyebrows. She used a thread and it was the first time I got it done this way.
Here is a funny fact. They don’t have eyebrow dye, so it was all done with the regular hair dye! And of course I was asked to be taken a picture of!
And the lightening was so bad, so it was pretty hard to see if it actually worked and what the colour was. But it did!
Those who know me, know that I love fruit. And that I eat a lot of fruit. Therefore I was so much looking forward to discovering all the local fruits that one can find here!
But! Once here I was told to express cautious and buy fruits and vegetables only at the “big” stores and not at the markets or street stalls, because of formalin, which is a strong solution of formaldehyde.
For example, I bought some funny berries (in a “big” store) that everybody is referring to as “local gooseberries”. They are called star gooseberries or leboir in Bengali. When I brought them home though, our cook (yes, we have a cook) told me that I should first put them in a bowl of water, add bit of vinegar and let them soak for about an hour before eating.
When I asked him why, he said that all the fruits and vegetables, even before cooking, should be soaked in water and vinegar to clean them off the chemicals.
That is a sad story.
Here is a sour story, because these star gooseberries are very sour and look like this
There are two main political parties in Bangladesh — Awami League and Bangladesh Nationalist Party.
Awami League is the country’s current governing party and its leader is Sheikh Hasina, the daughter of the first president of Bangladesh during the Bangladesh Liberation war (1971) and a prime-minister later in the independent Bangladesh.
Bangladesh Nationalist Party, or BNP, has another lady as a leader, Khaleda Zia to be precise. She is the widow of one of a Bangladeshi military commander and a president as well.
Both parties have been governing interchangeably since 1971 and there has always been pressure over the opposition party when another party was in power. Since 2013 though it became a bit too aggressive. Swami League is putting restrictions in the government for the opposition and BNP in response announces so called hartals, kind of a strike. So instead of working, supporters of the opposition party (or those who are paid to be them?) crush busses, kill people and do general harm to those not participating in hartals.
Next week there is a local election in Dhaka (and we will have a day off because of it, woo-hoo!) and there are different campaigns on the streets. For example, rickshaws are riding around with loudspeakers or they hang garlands of flyers. This is one of the streets, for example
It happened as well that the opposition leader lives on my street, basically almost across the street.
This is Khaleda’s house:
Usually there are many photographers and cameramen in front of it.
The other day I was checking out the local shops with a friend of mine and we witnessed a procession of big cars with many people running around it. And guess who was it campaigning around the city for the candidate of its party (I guess)? Khaleda Zia.
After this video we followed the car and waved at her. And guess what? She waved back!
Shimul: We were waiting for you. Madam has been waiting since 6.
PM ADC: No. You people were supposed to call.
Shimul: No, I don’t remember telling you anything to that effect. You’ll call us at 6. I have made her [Khaleda] waiting for the last eight hours.
PM ADC: I didn’t tell you that I would call you. Because we were expecting that you would call us.
Shimul: No, you are saying the opposite. We never talked about that. I’m telling madam.
PM ADC: I never said the PM would call, either. I said…
Shimul: You will arrange the conversation over phone. This your duty.
PM ADC: It is also your duty to arrange the conversation over phone.
Shimul: Madam is still waiting.
PM ADC: We are waiting for your call.
Shimul: Madam is waiting. Give the phone to the PM now. I am handing it over to madam.
PM ADC: Are you people there?
Shimul: Yes, madam is here.
PM ADC: Okay, please wait. – See more at: http://www.dhakatribune.com/politics/2013/oct/29/partial-transcript-hasina-khaleda-conversation#sthash.DtKe2OXa.dpuf
And this is a fraction of that abundance of colours, patterns, fabrics and embroideries.
When walking around I was invited to join the women’s club. I was so naive and though that it had some social or political idea, but no, in the end I was gives free samples..aha. And btw there are no tampons to be found here! I took a picture with girls anyways, they were super nice!
I also had a scoop of Baskin Robbins ice cream (hello Saratov!) that I love. Even though Movenpick was right on the other side
More shopping to be done and more wondering around local malls ahead!
