Well after finishing my first week in my new job, I was looking forward to the weekend so that I could get out and see more of Dhaka than just the streets between the Guest House and the ICDDR.B Centre in Mohokhali. However, I have coped a real crap dose of the flu instead and so here I am with the weekend half gone and not feeling like doing anything except sleep. Oh well there is always next weekend. I did however, make the journey down to the Aussie Clib this afternoon with the intention of becoming a member, having a couple of beers and perhaps meeting some other expats. But this too didn't go as planned, the person who looks after membership wasn't there, the few people that were at the bar weren't exactly bubbling over with excitment to see a potential new member and fellow Aussie, and so after 1 beer, I called it called and returned to the Guest House for another exciting night of reading and watching TV.
Mind you, the rickshaw ride to and from the club was interesting as neither rider knew where they were supposed to be taking me. On the way to the club I eventually sterred the rider to the right address courtesy of my phone GPS, and then he wanted more money than we had agreed on becase of all the extra distance that he had ridden, I gave him an extra 10 Takka and told him to bugger off. It was the same on the way back, because allthough he said that he knew where the ICDDRB guest hause was, I was pretty sure that he was mistaking it for the hospital and sure enough as soon as we turned off the main drag and headed for Mohakhali I knew he had no idea where the guest house was. This time I couldn't use my GPS due to no signal and so after getting him back onto Gulshan Avenue, I got him to drop me off at a spot that I knew wasn't too far from home. I then walked, hoping that I could navigate through the back streets to home, and luckily by gut instinct I managed to turn up the right street and ariive home.
Tomorrow I will go for a walk to the DCC market around the corner to have a look around. Hopefully it is open on Saturday as it is the same as Sunday back in Australia where many business es are closed.
Mind you, the rickshaw ride to and from the club was interesting as neither rider knew where they were supposed to be taking me. On the way to the club I eventually sterred the rider to the right address courtesy of my phone GPS, and then he wanted more money than we had agreed on becase of all the extra distance that he had ridden, I gave him an extra 10 Takka and told him to bugger off. It was the same on the way back, because allthough he said that he knew where the ICDDRB guest hause was, I was pretty sure that he was mistaking it for the hospital and sure enough as soon as we turned off the main drag and headed for Mohakhali I knew he had no idea where the guest house was. This time I couldn't use my GPS due to no signal and so after getting him back onto Gulshan Avenue, I got him to drop me off at a spot that I knew wasn't too far from home. I then walked, hoping that I could navigate through the back streets to home, and luckily by gut instinct I managed to turn up the right street and ariive home.
Tomorrow I will go for a walk to the DCC market around the corner to have a look around. Hopefully it is open on Saturday as it is the same as Sunday back in Australia where many business es are closed.
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