Wednesday. December 3 2014 –
Chittigong Bangladesh
Sorry no pictures today I've been on a
bus for nearly eight hours which really cuts down on picture taking.
The checkout of the hotel was easy and
simple, except I almost walked off with the plastic key to the room.
That would have been a major faux pas. Naseef and Jeet both gave me
advice on what to see where. One of the main problems with Naseef's
itinerary is that it require that I change hotels and towns every
night. That sounds to me to be like a tapas dinner. Lots of small
things and time to enjoy a full bite of any one area. I think I am
going to stay here two nights and explore the city tomorrow and then
move on to a smaller town. I am tried of the noise and the pace of
Dhaka and this city already. If I can't get a better feeling for
Bangladesh by the weekend I am thinking of hitting a different
country.
I thought Ethiopia was not ready for
prime time. Ethiopia makes Bangladesh like Paris as far as things are
set up for the tourist trade. I know I will change my mind after a
good night's sleep. I also have the sniffles which I am sure adding
to my tiredness and lack of enthusiasm.
This hotel is an odd duck. I am not
sure what it was designed as, possibly as a dorm for the nearby
medical school. At least medical care is just a short walk/crawl
away. But for $35 a night my wallet isn't complaining. Naseef booked
this hotel for me. The email confirmation said it would be $65 a
night, I took a look at TripAdvisor to see what was said about the
hotel. Nothing. Not a single review. What it did say was the
booking.com had the same room for the thirty-five. When I mentioned
it he was surprised. He said he called the hotel direct and they
wanted more then the sixty-five, so he went to the Dhaka website that
gives the hoteliers the best rate. So one got canceled and another
got confirmed.
I was going to take the hotel car to
the bus station, but Naseef pointed out that it would be much easier
for a small tuk-tuk to negotiate the traffic than a full sized
vehicle, not to mention that it would of course be less expensive.
Someway or another I was able to cram my luggage and myself into the
little jail. It was great advice, as the cars and buses were stalled
in gridlock the little tuk-tuk squeezed in here and there and left
them in a cloud (not) of propane.
The bus was right on time. I had
purchased a business class ticket which meant that there was more leg
room and reclining seats. It had the same scraped sides and broken
windows, but it it was pretty comfortable. My seat was directly
behind the driver so that when we had the head on collision with a
huge sand truck or other bus I would be the second person to get off
the bus. With just a little luck the driver would have already broken
out the windshield as we flew through the air.
There were a few times that I thought
we were much, much too close to hitting another vehicle head on. The
tuk-tuks and the rickshaws didn't concern me as the buses closing at
our same speed of 60 mph. I found myself tilting my head away from
the window during the close ones. Like that would do any good.
Just like Dhaka the road was full of
pedestrians, rickshaws, tuk-tuks trucks and the new addition of
screaming long distance buses. Everyone had their piece of the road
and held on to it like it was gold. The tuk-tuks and rickshaws were
like minnows in a sea of Orca whales. It's not like the whale wants
to squish the minnow, they just don't maneuver as quickly. The driver
stayed on the horn nearly the whole way. Sometimes a quick tap to let
them know we were coming of -passing. Sometimes laying on it in
frustration at some vehicle who was taking up the middle of the road
and wouldn't move to the side so we could pass.
Half way through the trip we stopped
for potty and grub. I looked for a kiosk to buy a cigarette, but it
turned out it was closed for lunch. So the manager gave me one of
his. That was very nice of him. I ordered a Coke and it came in one
of those old thick refillable bottles. The ones with the thick
bottoms giving the name to thick glasses, Coke Bottle lenses.
We got into Chittigong a little later
than I expected and well after dark. Of course there was the tuk-tuk
driver to help me. I had planned ahead and written down the address
of the hotel and phone number. He said he knew it, well he did know
the general area and after a stop to ask a friendly neighbor or two
we arrived at the hotel. He really overcharged me, but being over
charged by a tuk-tuk driver is about the same a dropping the meter on
a taxi in New York, and you hadn't gone a foot yet.
I got some food in me now and some
fluids and am feeling better. Still dripping, but not feeling totally
exhausted. Think I'll close this for now and go find a bed.
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