*July 16, 2011
I know I usually try to write a bit more seriously, but everyone and anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I am an avid Harry Potter fan. And seeing as how I missed the premiere yesterday, aka the end of a very notable era in my life, I thought I’d write a blog post in honor of this special occasion.
- Just like you need an entry letter of admission to Hogwarts, you need an entry letter in order to be admitted into Bangladesh.
- I felt just like Harry did when he got his first set of robes, when I picked up my first set of salwar kameez.
- The weather is as temperamental as the stairs of Hogwarts castle.
- “Of course it’s happening in your head, Harry. But why on earth would that mean it’s not real?” I hear car-honking all the time (I mean all the time), to the point where I think now it’s just happening in my head. But it’s still real!
- Remember the Knight Bus, the triple-decker, purple bus that quite literally squeezes itself through traffic? This actually happens in real life, right here in Dhaka. You think your bus can’t fit through those three cars in front of you? Think again.
- I swear someone is carrying a Deluminator around here. Why else does the electricity go out five times a day? And no, lumos does not help.
- You don’t choose the rickshaw, the rickshaw chooses you.
- Can’t find Platform 9¾? Welcome to my life of trying to find most places in Bangladesh. You’ll see Road Two, Road Three, Road Four, and then suddenly Road Eight. Where are Roads Five through Seven? Except walking through a wall to reach my destination doesn’t work so well for me here.
- I sometimes wish I could take a sip of some Polyjuice Potion, so I wouldn’t stick out so much.
- Everyone I’ve met here emits the incredible hospitality and warmth of Molly Weasley.
Just a list of things to show my appreciation for all of the small idiosyncrasies and magic happening right here in Bangladesh.