Another crazy thing we did while our visitors were here, was take a trip to Old Dhaka. We took a boat ride on the river first thing and saw boatloads of fruit coming in.
It's impossible to put all the sights and sounds into words... tiny narrow streets, crowded with people in brightly colored saris and punjabis, the smell of incense and sweat mingled with sights of Hindu gods and silver shops on Hindu street...
... being crowded into a rickshaw and literally sticking together in the heat, yet the relief from the sun but not necessarily from the stares...
... beautiful Star Mosque, which was closed, the hand of an artist rising among the rubble of ancient buildings that are crumbling from years of heat and monsoons...
... but most of all, the intense heat. Forget about being hungry, just give me something cold to drink! We finally found a little shop that had cold drinks and we very happy! We were still nuts enough to do some shopping in Bongo Bazaar, a market even more crowded and narrow and hot than Old Dhaka's streets. The power was off and the boys grumpy so we didn't last long. We made our way close to home, found a pizza shop and cooled off!
All too soon it was time for our visitors to leave. It was a very sad and quiet ride home from the airport, yet we were all so thankful for the gift of this visit. We felt encouraged and refreshed and carry with us a treasure full of happy memories!
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