Randomness...

The absurdities just keep on piling up.

I’m in a village outside Dhaka, at a staff training week, surrounded by countryside and smaller villages and life essentially as it has been for generations. The grass is green, the vegetation still lush, there is water pretty much everywhere. Kids run around barefoot, as do most adults actually, and people take the time to just hang around since there isn’t all that much to do. We are away from the sweatshops, sorry, “clothing factories”, and also some way from the brickyards. There are goats and sheep and dogs walking around, women sweeping the street with their jaroo and rickshaw drivers defying gravity by sleeping on their bikes, butts on the seat, head back on the chair, and their feet in the air. The miniscule local birds are ever-present, as are the relentless mosquitos (what a time to forget the anti-malaria pills…). The geckos sing earnestly all night, the only noise to be heard until the crows start up in the morning. A stark contrast to the constant noise of Dhaka.

So why, oh why, is there a waterpark next door? Not a local pool with a coupe of slides, but a full blown, Six-Flags type park, with towering slides and features. Completely random…

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