Bangladesh may confound your expectations. For example, you probably think tourism is all about looking. You get the guidebook, or book yourself on a tour, you go somewhere, and you look at the things you’re supposed to look at: churches, museums, forests, beaches. Sometimes you go look at the people you’re supposed to look at: Thai hill tribes, African pygmies, whirling Dervishes. But in Bangladesh, you’re the attraction.
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| I am the attraction |
Wherever you go in Bangladesh, people will find you fascinating. It takes different forms: in Dhaka, people will watch as you go by, quite a few will say hello or ask where you’re from, and rickshaw drivers may become involved in small accidents because you are so much more interesting than the passing traffic. But out in the country, the interest hits another level of intensity altogether. Head to any of Bangladesh’s lovely, quiet villages, and you will understand something of what Britney Spears’ life is like (if the paparazzi were friendly, kind and only meant her well, that is).
Stop to stretch your legs on any rural roadside, or take your spot on one of Bangladesh’s hundreds of river-crossing ferries, and watch the crowds arrive. They come seemingly from nowhere – one minute you can be kicking back in a bucolic idyll, watching cute baby goats forage among the rice paddies; the next, 30 people are standing around you, quietly, earnestly and unblinkingly staring. Occasionally someone will drag up a bit of English from somewhere (though often, the crowds found it entirely unbelievable I couldn’t speak Bangla – they may not have known other languages existed), asking you ‘what is your country?’. If there are children, some giggling will eventually ensue. And, because this is the 21st century, a few people in the crowd may pull out their mobile phone cameras to take a few snaps of you for later viewing by anyone unlucky enough to have missed the show.
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| I remain the attraction |
If this was India, they’d probably want something from you. In Bangladesh, they just think you’re implausibly interesting. It’s this almost complete lack of exposure to tourists that makes Bangladesh one of the most delightful countries to visit, or one of the most pointless. Because in Bangladesh, there’s really not much in the way of tourist attractions. Not in the way you think: it’s not because nothing happens here but cyclones and famines. It’s just that no one much visits, so they haven’t set up many of those things designed to separate tourists from their money.
So instead of taking a hill tribe trek, or eating a tapas plate at an olive oil plantation, you’ll find you end up doing a lot of the things the locals themselves do. For example…
Bangladesh: Take a boat
Bangladesh is mostly water, and life revolves around the country’s rivers. There are countless ways to get out on it. If time is short, ask someone to punt you across the Buriganga in Dhaka. In the country’s south, take a speedboat from Barisal town to the sleepy rural island of Bhola and watch riverside life roll by. Or do your whole trip on water – the paddle-steamer ‘Rocket’ is Bangladesh’s most famous ferry, but the more modern multi-storey ‘launches’ give you the chance to rent your own VIP room, complete with its own private deck and bathroom.
Bangladesh: Finagle your way into someone’s home
Bangladeshis are breathtakingly hospitable. They’re interested in your welfare, they want you to have a good time in their country, they’re happy to provide a history of any of the country’s thousands of monuments and - more than anything - they would like to feed you. And Bangladeshi food is good. I hope it’s not a slight on Bangladeshi cuisine to describe it as a milder version of Indian food, with subtler flavours and gentler spice.
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| You staring at me? |
Eat a meal at someone’s house and you will get to try pretty much every dish that Bangladesh has ever devised. Seafood will be a big part of it: hilsa fish, the country’s national fish, is devilishly bony but delicious fried in spices; there’s a good chance you’ll also get to try some of the country’s mammoth prawns. Goat usually makes an appearance (though it might be called mutton) and beef is another likely contender, cooked up in a spicy, slightly sour curry. Chicken will be there, in a creamy korma sauce. There will be chapatis or roti, probably a curry made from gourds, definitely a dahl, and there will be a mountain of the Bangladeshi staple, rice. If someone offers you homemade curd (a type of yoghurt) for dessert, take it; if it’s made from buffalo milk, take seconds or thirds.
Bangladesh: Get up early and go for a walk
When your taxi is jammed between three buses, a truck and seven tuk tuks, all hitting the horn every two seconds, and you haven’t moved an inch in the last half an hour, you may find it hard to believe that the streets of Dhaka can be quiet, calm and even peaceful. But if you can haul yourself out of bed at 6am, you will find a different world.
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| A Bangladesh feast |
On the early morning streets, you can watch the city waking up. Sleepy rickshaw drivers pedal sluggishly by you (staring, of course), security guards will wish you good morning, early commuters stroll by wearing lungis and carrying briefcases, the first of the sweepers will be brushing dirt from the pavements, the odd dog will chase a cat or a squirrel, and the occasional expat will jog sweatily past.
Bangladesh: Take your sweetheart to an historical site
While there aren’t that many must-see historical sites, the ones there are are very popular with Bangladesh’s courting couples. At the Red Fort in Old Dhaka, or the colonial palace of Ahsan Manzil, you’ll be guaranteed to see couple after couple ensconced in nooks and crannies, having a quiet chat, gazing into each other’s eyes or, if they’re super daring, holding hands.
Bangladesh’s Muslim culture frowns a little at unmarried love, so if you want to get to know your future wife or husband there’s nowhere better than a historical site: there’s almost no chance of running into a neighbour or family member, entry is practically free, and you can learn a little about your country while you’re there. Even if you’re not traveling with your crush, Ahsan Manzil is definitely worth a visit: this recreated turn-of-the-century mansion is packed with intriguing trinkets, and it costs all of 3 cents to get in.
Bangladesh: Visit Cox’s Bazaar. Please.
I didn’t meet a Bangladeshi who wasn’t mortally offended at the omission of Cox’s Bazaar from my itinerary. Why would anyone in their right mind come to Bangladesh and not visit Cox’s Bazaar? Is there, in fact, any other reason to visit Bangladesh at all? One absolutely must visit the sea beach (this is always pronounced ’sibbitch’) at Cox’s Bazaar. You will hear - and not just once - that Cox’s Bazaar is the longest sea beach in the world. (Unfortunately, wikipedia asserts that is comes in behind Praia do Cassino in South America and Ninety Mile Beach in Victoria.) Not only that, it is also the most beautiful and most interesting or all the world’s sea beaches.
I can vouch for none of this myself, but I can tell you that you’ll hear about it if you don’t go. A lot.








May 27th, 2009 at 10:42 pm
HI Jane Rawson,
I loved your article about Bangladesh. Our people(Bangladeshi) are really nice though a bit rustic-or you will say as lack of refinement.
But truly love the Cox’s Bazar section……..
October 5th, 2009 at 11:34 am
This is an extremely good read. Funny because its quite accurate.
October 31st, 2009 at 5:42 pm
Haha, your article made me laugh and it’s actually really accurate. Since I’m living in America (I’m from Bangladesh), people pay extra attention to you and you’d know this, I’m assuming.
It’s really creepy though, I look Bangladeshian, but people can still tell I’m from America. o.o Anyway, I hope you had a fun visit and not too…ehh I don’t know what word to use, but you know what I mean. 
November 15th, 2009 at 3:34 pm
Hello Jane,
I really enjoyed your vision of my country. I was born in Bangladesh but brought up in America for almost 15 years. I long to visit and reinforce perception of my roots, culture and creed. I’ve last visited when I was 11 years old during the summer. I remember the taste and feeling of eating together with friends and relatives quite vividly. One must treasure the notion that Bangladeshi food tastes so great because it’s organic, and the food is directly harvested by the people who cook it. In lieu of processing food and manufactured goods that are distributed to the populace you’ll notice that Bangladesh is a self-sufficient but there lies its weakness. Had it not been for the continuous floods and climatic crisis Bangladesh would flourish. If Bangladesh had a foundation in imports and exports, it would prosper economically. A faulty government, lack of education, dearth in supplies, and natural disasters leave the people of Bangladesh in dismay economically. Sustenance per capita is difficult to come by as you may already know how adversely impoverished the people are. Is there any hope?
I’m currently a freshman at the University at Buffalo and I intend to double major in biomedical engineering and mechanical engineering. Something has been bothering me for a while. I feel that I have a responsibility as a Bangladeshi to somehow support the people of my country but as I evaluate the environmental conditions (the prospect of survival of the country) I am more cynical and disillusioned by what I can do to help.
Technology has evolved, but has it evolved enough to artificially restore a nation? Perhaps, but I am afraid of distorting the natural beauty of the country. I’m conflicted in this dilemma. In a few years this densely populated country will collapse…as in physically. It will sink, according to numerous resources (http://freshclick.wordpress.com/2009/03/27/causes-of-the-flooding-in-bangladesh/). As an engineer I don’t know if it is correct to artificially raise the country. Could we solve every problem with technology, regardless of how minute or significant it is. Is technology always the answer? I don’t know but there must be a course of action to be taken.
I’m sorry for the pessimistic rant about my country. I really appreciated reading about your sentiments an experience there. I long to go there again. It’d be great if you could give me some words of advice.
Sincerely,
Jomur
December 3rd, 2009 at 11:58 pm
Bangladesh is Bangladesh. There is no comparison. God made it with His own hand.