I’ve now come back to Sylhet, after a month away, and have this strange sensation like I’ve come back home. I’m not quite sure if the classic adage of “you’ve got to leave a place before you can appreciate it” is true in my case, because I can’t say lying in a hammock on the beach in Cambodia, drinking beer, made me realise how great Sylhet is.
But I did feel, as I arrived at Dhaka, that I was coming back to a culture I was at home in; that this was where I was supposed to be going to, and not some incredibly long special edition of Beadle’s About. And then I got bitten by three mosquitoes whilst waiting for my bag to come through; absolutely robbed by my taxi driver, and when I finally got back to the flat there was a power cut. So it’s nice that Bangladesh was equally pleased to see me, and had provided the traditional welcome.
