Making the journey back to Bangladesh is a very special thing. Some may say I am underqualified in making such an assumption, but seeing as I've just made my fourth pilgramige back to 'the Desh' (in eighteen months... really?!), I feel I am allowed to have some sort of opinion on the matter. Travelling to Bangladesh requires only two flights from Australia (thank goodness, I don't think I'd have the patience for the 4, 5 or 6 plane journeys that some people have to make in order to get here). The first is to somewhere in Asia, usually either Kuala Lumpur, Singapore or Hong Kong. This overly normal flight is followed by one that is somewhat different... For starters, bags of peanuts aren't on the agenda... That aside, the second flight from afore-mentioned Asian airport to Bangladesh provides many things that could either make someone angry, or cause laughter-induced tears. This time, it was the laughter tears... See below!
For some strange reason, my flight from Singapore to Dhaka this time didn't seem to include a Bangla-speaking stewardess. Let the misunderstandings and lack of communication begin!!! Being an incredibly turbulent flight due to weather conditions, there were many announcements reguarding seatbelts and the advisement to stay in seats. Did that little woman in a sari care? Nope! She also didn't care that we were landing and she was wandering around... Or that as we're taxiing to our landing gate, she's already walked up (followed by a friend, mind you) to the plane door... Hahahahahaha!!!!
Of course, we're talking about travelling in Bangladesh, so there MUST be a blanket on a head, surely! Not only was there a seemingly unending sea of blankets covering from peoples toes to top hats, but there were three of four twenty-something bengali men who felt entitled to the ownership of the airline blankets. I can only assume that last part because they walked off the plane wrapped in said items. Having dealt with a lack of response to every request, the poor air hostess near us just turned to us and said something along the lines of 'I'm just going to let that one slide'. It seems, the line of sanity comes between giving unresponded-to instructions and allowing the wrongful aquisition of a few blankets...
I bet you want to fly to Bangladesh now, right?!
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Monday, January 10, 2011
Rants and Revues
Making the journey back to Bangladesh is a very special thing. Some may say I am underqualified in making such an assumption, but seeing as I've just made my fourth pilgramige back to 'the Desh' (in eighteen months... really?!), I feel I am allowed to have some sort of opinion on the matter. Travelling to Bangladesh requires only two flights from Australia (thank goodness, I don't think I'd have the patience for the 4, 5 or 6 plane journeys that some people have to make in order to get here). The first is to somewhere in Asia, usually either Kuala Lumpur, Singapore or Hong Kong. This overly normal flight is followed by one that is somewhat different... For starters, bags of peanuts aren't on the agenda... That aside, the second flight from afore-mentioned Asian airport to Bangladesh provides many things that could either make someone angry, or cause laughter-induced tears. This time, it was the laughter tears... See below!
For some strange reason, my flight from Singapore to Dhaka this time didn't seem to include a Bangla-speaking stewardess. Let the misunderstandings and lack of communication begin!!! Being an incredibly turbulent flight due to weather conditions, there were many announcements reguarding seatbelts and the advisement to stay in seats. Did that little woman in a sari care? Nope! She also didn't care that we were landing and she was wandering around... Or that as we're taxiing to our landing gate, she's already walked up (followed by a friend, mind you) to the plane door... Hahahahahaha!!!!
Of course, we're talking about travelling in Bangladesh, so there MUST be a blanket on a head, surely! Not only was there a seemingly unending sea of blankets covering from peoples toes to top hats, but there were three of four twenty-something bengali men who felt entitled to the ownership of the airline blankets. I can only assume that last part because they walked off the plane wrapped in said items. Having dealt with a lack of response to every request, the poor air hostess near us just turned to us and said something along the lines of 'I'm just going to let that one slide'. It seems, the line of sanity comes between giving unresponded-to instructions and allowing the wrongful aquisition of a few blankets...
I bet you want to fly to Bangladesh now, right?!
For some strange reason, my flight from Singapore to Dhaka this time didn't seem to include a Bangla-speaking stewardess. Let the misunderstandings and lack of communication begin!!! Being an incredibly turbulent flight due to weather conditions, there were many announcements reguarding seatbelts and the advisement to stay in seats. Did that little woman in a sari care? Nope! She also didn't care that we were landing and she was wandering around... Or that as we're taxiing to our landing gate, she's already walked up (followed by a friend, mind you) to the plane door... Hahahahahaha!!!!
Of course, we're talking about travelling in Bangladesh, so there MUST be a blanket on a head, surely! Not only was there a seemingly unending sea of blankets covering from peoples toes to top hats, but there were three of four twenty-something bengali men who felt entitled to the ownership of the airline blankets. I can only assume that last part because they walked off the plane wrapped in said items. Having dealt with a lack of response to every request, the poor air hostess near us just turned to us and said something along the lines of 'I'm just going to let that one slide'. It seems, the line of sanity comes between giving unresponded-to instructions and allowing the wrongful aquisition of a few blankets...
I bet you want to fly to Bangladesh now, right?!
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