Part 3 : Bangladesh

I forgot to mention in my previous post about the complications at Jeddah airport. GRRRRR. We took like a dozen air freashners and put them in our luggage. America accepted them but Jeddah wouldn't. And they took the scissor ( again accepted by America) we took for cutting our hair for Umrah. So yeah At Dhaka my dad's older brother, his daughter, and my eldest aunt's middle son met us there. They took a bus from Chittagong to Dhaka  the day before so they could take our ten luggages ( not including carry-ons) we had. My uncle and older cousin ( the guy) took our luggage, and the girl was going to Chittagong with us by plane. OH MY GAWDDDDDD. That thing should not even called a plane. it was old and rusty and hadlike twenty seats, a bathroom with no sink, it was ughhhh. and there was so much turbulance we thought we were gonna die!. My cousin who had never been on a plane was pretty freaked out. All th other passengers were bussiness people and used to it, that they took no notice of it. They just sat reading their newspaper while my parents were making kalma lol. My mom's youngest brother met us at the airport and brought a car and minivan to take us to my dad's house, where both sides would meet us. Dear lord, there is soooo much traffis in Bangaldesh. What would of taken like half an hour in America took us an extra hour. It was raining that day took. So we got out of the car, where everyone crowded around to see us. The servants carried our luggage and cousins helped us out of the car with individual umbrellas. We hadn't seen everyone in 4 years, so we got a lot os special attention. In America, my family is the avergae upper middle classish family ( though we are a litle tight with money at the moment). In Bangladesh there are servants galore. What ever we say can get done with in seconds. There's a servant only a few older than me who adresses me in a formal tone. totally not what I was used to. My sister and I were escorted to our room , where people were peering in through the doors to look at us. It was admittedly, slightly creepy. Did I mention the massive amount of hugging that had to be endured? Sorry not a hugger. The electricity goes out on a daily basis in Bangladesh. Especially where my dad's house is. There is like no more than ten hours of electricity a day. And my grandafather had rented all the surrounding land for tennents. the area was hot, crowded, filthy, and slightly stinky. You needed light in the day time too. Thank god there was a generator. So that day I ate properly for the first time in a week. There was a lot of family, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, sister- in- laws ( cousins' wives), brother-in-laws, nieces, and nephews. plus even like my grandparents brothers and siters and there kids, grandkids, and grandkids.
   There's still a lot more of my travels I can't wait to share, but I'm done for now.