The big girls stayed in Pink City with Kaylee and the teachers
Appt time 10:15
We thought we’d given ourselves plenty of time but….
Let’s say, my respect for the man stationed in Dhaka that deals with the government officials on a much more regular basis, just went up a notch or 2 after our morning.
These folks/system can be plain impossible!! Very frustrating!!
For starters, last time we’d come we were told, “you have to have an appt before you can park in their gated, guarded parking lot.”
Well, here we come today with our scheduled appt and attempt to turn in to park. But, “Oh no, that parking is only for officials!” So we drive around a bit and everywhere there is “No Parking” and we are waved on. So we finally decided that Lonnie will drop Annslie, Gentry, and I off and I’ll try to get in while he endeavors to find a place to park as we do Not want to miss this appt! I got to the outdoor registration and they started asking me for all sorts when Lonnie had said they told him all we needed was our passports and our appt email, I believe. Well, Lonnie had the email on his phone and I knew he was probably having some levels of stress trying to find parking so I wasn’t too eager to call him and have him share that with me. I pointed out Gentry’s name and appt time on their paper but then they wanted his government birth certificate Not the hospital birth certificate! I told them that’s what we’re here today for!!😡 if I was a foul language using person this would’ve definitely been where I’d have used it🫣
They did let me in finally😌 I hadn’t gotten too far into the depths of the facility when I was told I had to leave my phone in a lock box! I can’t do that! I don’t feel up to what’s ahead of me by myself and the 2 littles and I don’t know how it’s going for Lonnie and if they’re letting him in etc. But. I put my phone in the box and taking the key, I pushed the littles in the stroller down the next concrete corridor… winding around thru the place asking where to go next, till we came to a room full of people. And that’s where Lonnie caught up with me. Wow. Was. I. Ever. Glad. To. See. Him.
We were escorted to the far end of the room, past many observing eyes, to an area that had a picture of Trump hanging on the wall. I took note of how quiet the place was with all those people in there! I’m guessing, somewhere over a hundred people.. But then in our smaller area there were a few babies and a couple of children which naturally helped ease the frigid quietness. We didn’t have to wait long to get called the 1st time to go give the paperwork we’d brought along. And then we had a little longer wait till we could go have our interview that would start the passport process. During that time I observed an 8? yr old girl telling her dad something about Trump, pronouncing it with the r rolled😅 Can you do that;)
The man doing our interview was such a breath of fresh air…soft spoken, fluent English, and such a kind demeanor, it helped put me at ease a bit. He wanted to know why we didn’t have family photos. He asked a lot of questions since he didn’t have photos to verify. He easily accepted Lonnie’s answers and replies.🤍
Wow. Was that ever freeing to have that appt over with!
Back out at the curb I waited with the littles while Lonnie went to get the van. We bought a bag of popcorn and “chips” from somebody walking past.
Back to Pink City to get the girls. Then to Gulshan 2 Chef’s Table and UniMart. https://maps.app.goo.gl/uwcTXz9N9ZvuoqDC9?g_st=ic
At Wok Way we got our favorite ginger teas, fried rice, Kung Pão chicken. Lonnie went to a different vendor to get his plate of sushi. We all enjoyed his sushi also
I went down to UniMart to start shopping while Lonnie and the children hit the frozen yogurt yet.
Supper at Brian’s
Kaylee and Miss Aleigha spent the evening teaching Maddie and Jaira how to embroider💗
I watched the children. Annslie and 4 yr Bennett, who is Downs, played very nicely at times and it was sweet to watch, although at other times Annslie thinks she’s the police and ends up sitting on a chair for an extended amount of time..
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