Some legal matters needed addressing so therefore, a trip to Khulna was put in motion.
Jared’s were at our house 6:30 Mon morning.
We traveled most of the 4 hrs thru a blanket of fog, so did not get to enjoy the changing scenery for a good little while! Made a stop for fuel, toilet, snacks, and a few small, ripe pineapples. The wash rooms had a way of taking me back in my mind to the dairy barn on my Grandpa’s farm in OH…the snacks were bags of chips branded Sun Chips, Lays, and Deetos. The flavors were not familiar tho, excepting the sour cream and onion Lays.
Back on the road we feasted our city eyes on Country! Green field plots, animals, country side- Minus all the concrete high risers that usually are towering on all sides of us!😌
Near Gopalgonj, at a fuel station, we met Doyle to give some paperwork.
Then on to our future home in Khulna. The road narrowed to not much more than a car width, dirt road..
And soon we were at the gate of Khulna mission house. The guard, Tulshi, slid the gate open. Toby, the dog, made a beeline thru the escape route. We drove up to “Fida Palace”, as it is inscribed over the carport entrance.. We piled out. The men unloaded the van, then headed to the bank to get Lonnie’s signature on the account.
It wasn’t noon, but we were hungry. Brianna started heating up her gourmet grilled hamburger patties with homemade buns. We ladies and children sat down to lunch.
Then we went for a little walk, but Toby was along picking a fight with all the neighbor dogs so we soon turned around, after buying some eggs from a little dokan for breakfast in the morning.
Back at the house, naps were taken, children played and eventually the men got back after a mostly unsuccessful run.
6:00 Two rickshaw vans, 3-wheeled bicycle with wooden flat bed, were hired to take us to Brother Shanto’s for tea. We arrived. Sister Shatti, Shanto’s wife, was there at the end of the dirt foot path. Herding her 2 little goats back to the house. Right next to the footpath is a chicken wire? fence bordering their (pond) phukar. Shatti Loves animals and has multiple pets which I imagine we’ll get better acquainted with yet.
We met their 3 boys. Rhidoy is just newly married 2 months to Pinky, a very pretty-sweet looking girl✨. They currently live in the same household as Rhidoy’s family (which is not a strange thing here). Shanto’s moved out of their bedroom and let Rhidoy and Pinky claim that space. That is the room we gathered in, sitting on the bed, some on a bench, and a few plastic chairs.
Rhidoy and Pinky’s wedding gifts lined the shelf up by the ceiling still in their boxes waiting till they have their own abode.
Shatti and Pinky busied themselves in the kitchen adjoining. They brought out small glass dishes of a little crunchy snack. The names of these dishes, maybe I’ll get them yet. But this particular dish was just too spicy to make a very big dent in (speaking for myself).
Can’t recall the name of the 2nd brother just now, and then there is the youngest one, Spondant, preteen or young teenager? I’ll find out for sure yet. He was very useful to have around as he knows pretty good English and did some interpreting for us🤩
2 more courses were served. Another small glass dish, this time something sweet. Tiny beads of fried dough.
And then cha(tea). The tea was thoroughly enjoyed by all! A lot like Southern sweet tea, hot. At the clinic, it had been served to us with powdered milk in it and we appreciated it made without, much better!
Visiting was mostly between Jared’s and Shanto, light hearted and smiley. Lonnie showed them, on Google maps, our home in Tennessee and the horse shelters of his previous job. They tried to pronounce our girls’ names and had us repeat them several times! Spondant, knowing just enough English questioned Madison’s nickname.. “ Mad?”(Maddie) and Shanto never did get Annslie, adding a vowel between the s and l “Anns i lie” or Anjolie.
As we stepped out the door, darkness had fallen, someone directed our attention to the sky. The stars were bright!! And the moon was fully visible!! A first in our 2+wks of being here! It was a wonderful feeling😌 I had subconsciously resigned to not seeing the likes for the next few years because of the smog.. so I was very happy (ami khub khuSi)and it was like, my world was gonna be alright after all😌
Caught the rickshaw van back to Fida Palace. It was a lovely evening ride in the night air (think back of the pickup rides from my youth days without the roar of an engine😉) there was a hint of cool and was glad I had Annslie’s blanket along and my lightweight orna wrapped around my arms was not a bad thing.
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The morning air was absolutely beautiful and cool..
After breakfast the school children went upstairs with Miss Shana and had school. Jared’s, us, and our toddlers went for a walk, making a circle around/thru the village behind “our” house.
I wish I could give you a good picture of what this village is like…It is unlike anything I have seen in pictures or maybe to experience it in real life it’s just so different from a view that a picture can give.?.💭
Just a narrow, dirt walking path, also used by motor bikes. With abodes,phukars (ponds), or dhokans(little roadside shops) right. next. to. the. path. They also have a school and a mosque all right there! Lots of dogs, goats, cows, people all going about their day. Dogs taking a siesta on the road, goats grazing by the path, we stepped off the path as a small herd 8? cows were herded down the path, and people…on the bottom step going down to their phukar getting a morning scrub, gathered at a dokan visiting, little boys on bikes, people busy in their yards drying grain, making poo sticks (for their cooking fires),etc. etc. a lot of living outdoors unlike America where it’s mostly within in the walls of our homes seems like….
Back at the house, the men left on a business run. Brianna and I spent time outside with the toddlers.
Then Brianna started lunch prep and I worked on mixing up a batch of Snickerdoodles. There was a bit of a scrounge hunting down the ingredients and a run down to the dokan for 2 eggs.. my cookies were not a success story probably pretty crazy to even try it but it seemed like just what we “needed”…they would’ve been fine,
but the moral of the story: do not use from unmarked jars.🤦🏼♀️
The jar of white powder was sitting right next to the 2 unopened containers of cream of tartar so, to be economical (is that the word I’m looking for?) we used the opened one without a label🫤 a terrible taste was left in your mouth when you took a bite, we decided it was probably baking powder in the unmarked jar..😝
The men got back. Lunch of grilled chicken wraps. Then Miss Shana and the school children went to find a dokan that sold ice cream.
The rest of us worked on packing out and making the place ready for the next use.
2:30 we were on the road again, back to Dhaka.
This country is currently observing Ramadan this month, and we came into Dhaka just as it was time to break fasting. So vehicles stopped by the roadside, occupants enjoying food and drink again. And We. Never. Had. To. Stop. Once.!! Jared’s said this was one for the books! Making the return trip in 4 hrs versus 6!!