Thoughts from Airport reflections

Beep Beep
Ring Ring
Bang Bang
These are the sounds of Dhaka.

I lay on my hard bed
My back aches and stomach churns
I want to be home!

Bring Bring
Toot Toot Toot
and then a plane leaving
... just to remind me I am still here.

The smells ooze into my consciousness
Smells and sounds make up much of this city.
Curry...
dust...
dank

But the sights bombard too
Sights of bamboo with plastic not 6x6
the only place of rest for many

The Beggar at the window
Rap Rap
"Madame Madame" with fingers to the mouth
sounding like a crow...
but with no real choice

Toot Toot
Aughhhh another unbelieveable driving manouver

Bring Bring

Rickshaw wallahs perched on the seats of their rickshaws; waiting
Waiting to get another ride at the best price they can push.
No idea how much money they will make today
Just sitting and waiting

The sights and sounds of Dhaka
So harsh
So real
So unlike my world.

I am going home
But I have been there!


Written with love of Dhaka; a very hard place to live!
...and leave.

Jeanette Noolan (in Singapore en route home)