Root: Adventure in Bangladesh
Monday, May 16, 2005
Chillin' in the Singapore airport (MY FAVORITE) and just saw on the forecast that it is 36 degrees Celcius in Dhaka. WE ARE GOING TO F*CKING MELT!!!!! The flights haven't been too bad, got a complimentary room at the SIN Airport for 6 hours, which was very nice. One flight left and we are back. I just consumed my last deli sandwich for at least 6 months, and also will be holding my wife's hand in public for the last time in a while. All the little adjustments...
Saturday, May 14, 2005
"Well, we now have to medically seperate you." These were the words that sent my heart racing and my stomach to plummet. Good ol'boy Jimmy Austin (imagine the full thick Don't Mess with Texas accent) very casually said to me after the camera that I swallowed came back with a completely normal record of my small intestines, "Normally no news is good news, but in your case its bad." So yes, Peace Corps essentially told me that I am fired because I am normal.
Funny, at that moment, right then on May 2nd, I could have said okay and walked away from Bangladesh forever. Yet, I didn't even think about that as I launched myself into a battle to keep my position as a Peace Corps Volunteer. I only have six months of service left, one more course, and so many little things that it suprises you how they build up. Do I particularily like Bangladesh? No. Have I felt completely useless in Bangladesh? Yes. Am I frustrated, annoyed, and at times completely pissed off by the people of Bangladesh? Yes, nearly always. Do I feel like I am actually making a difference amoungst those 133 million people in Bangladesh? Yes. Could I leave them and the life I am living now in Bangladesh? No. Will I go back and complete my service as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Bangladesh? Yes. There have been so many times that Shannon and I have both wished to have an excuse to leave that country, so when we get one we fight as hard as we can to remain. We must simply be mastacistic. But we will return, today in fact, and complete our courses and start one more set. We will see our friends, help our students, and continue to educate and breakdown misconceptions and stereotypes with the community. We will return to our poor cat that has been left in the hands of one of our students for a month. We will be returning to the swealtering heat, the oppressive humidity, and soon the flooding monsoon. Fruits will be arriving soon, more mangoes and pineapples than you know what to do with! The filth and dirt, shit and trash, beauty and color. So, two weeks after I could have easily walked away from Bangladesh, I find myself returning with my wife to complete our service and wrap up this part of our lives.