Carry On Bangladesh

The Dhaka Four - Nary, Wend, Me and Sophorn

To sum up it all up, Bangladesh was a hoot. Haven't laughed so much in ages. Last time I properly belly laughed was with Mum on the way back from a pub quiz last summer. An unexpectedly daft and memorable evening. Not that these past few months have been completely laughless. They've just not reached that level of ridiculousness. At least not until last week.

It started on the plane on the way to Dhaka. Having hysterics with Wend for no reason at all. Neither of us felt especially stressed. Or tired. Or nervous. Just looking forward to whatever was to come.

And then it just carried on.

Giggling with Sophorn and Nary over dinner. Doubled up on the back of a rickshaw. Laughing with the Generation Bangladesh team. Who we clicked with straight away. The caged laughter in the green taxi. And on and on.

Even when I cracked my ankle in the hotel lobby when I misjudged a step, it was funny. Could have been a bit ooer (I've heard that sound before and been in plaster for 6 weeks because of it) but the sudden rush of concerned Bangladeshi men all gathering round and Wend's garbled prayers somehow lightened it up. And I only hobbled for a day or two. And have just a faint bruise now.

So, have come back full of fond memories. And some residue giggles. And an invitation for us to go back and work alongside Generation Bangladesh at some point, some time. Which is fab. Felt we were saying goodbye to friends, not just colleagues. A special time.

With some of the GB staff

With Pushbar, Sukhen's wife, in the GB offices