Job seekers allowance....Dhaka style

Well, we have made it. All safely here in Dhaka. Kids are beside themselves with excitement and exhaustion. Walking is slow progress - apart from everyone staring at their blonde locks, Arthur is fascinated by the tuk-tuks and so we have to stop to look at them. And there are quite a few!
Flight was ok, kids were brilliant. Isobel dealt quite well with the almost fatal blow - the TV isn't working. What, no TV? Peter and I almost cried. We had promised her TV and then there was none. But she was easily distracted by mountains of food.  The second flight was good preparation for arriving. The aircon didn't appear to be working, it was practically sauna like on that plane and again, no TV. That's what comes with saving a bit of money and not flying Emirates I supposed.

The final disappointing part of the journey was the lack of airport cake on offer. As mentioned in an earlier blog, I had wanted to post pictures of cakes seen in various airports.  Manchester airport did not score well, only a few gingerbread people on clear display. Istanbul was too much of a rush to even see any.  However, we have seen some truly yummy (?!?) looking ones here in Dhaka so will have to take a snap when things are calmer.

Having spent three hours in the pool today the kids are shattered. We are hoping that the 15 wake ups of Isobel last night won't repeat tonight!

Peter is going to the meeting of the "women's group" tomorrow, to help gender-neutralise it! Then he will be signing on for his allowance. With me. We joked about it being his job-seekers allowance with the option of an increase if he has some evidence of looking! Sounds like job seeking here though will consist of playing golf with his charity shop special clubs! Tough life for him by the sounds of things.....(??!). Unlike the bulk of the population here.

Onto the numbers of people in poverty in this country in my next post.

Gingerbread people in Manchester Airport!