We were studying bridges in home school. The activity of the day was listed as “look at a bridge”. Well, Chittagong has some big bridges! We had some time before the next wedding party in the evening. I had always wanted to walk over this bridge anyway. It was a hot walk even in November. A few days later, when we got home, the kids made some model bridges. The fanciest one turned out to be the least strongest.
We had a day at home after we came off the boat, and then on the road again. The Lord gave us good night train berths, so the travel was easy. This Gaya Hulud was as Gaya Huluds should be — lots of music (some of it written by the father of the bride for the occasion), lots of tumeric being smeared on the bride. . lots of good, rich food .. . and lots of happy people. We left when the dancing started — it had been a long day.
On the last evening of our trip, the sun came out and the rain stopped. Now we had not let the weather get us down or limit us. But when the sun came out, oh my! We all gathered on the top desk and enjoyed watching the scenery as we slowly came into Khulna.
Get this — like we needed more happiness — the crew did a barbecue on the deck. That’s the captain grilling for us. The open air made us ravenous, especially as we enjoyed the fragrant smells for an hour before.
I was surprised how deserted the Sundarban national forest really was. I mean — this is Bangladesh — it’s a packed country. But in the forest itself, we saw so few people. Just miles and miles of wilderness. There was very little pollution, except right at the bay. The top picture is at the bay. Even though there was a hurricane nearby, (thus all the rain and wind), we got into a smaller boat and walked through the forest, grasslands, and mangroves to the beach. The walk was about an hour long, and we had fun identifying trees and marveling over the deer bounding away from us. The beach was beautiful and the water was warm. But all that rain and wind tired us out quickly and even the adults started to go blue in the face. So we walked back. Poor M was so cold and with the wind our umbrella was not much help. It was strange — it couldn’t have been colder than 70, but with the wind and rain it felt almost unbearable to the little kids. I was glad that my baby was safe and dry on the boat with Jacob! The waves had gotten rougher and the little boat had a rough time facing the big boat at a good angle for us to get off. The staff with us were all smiling and saying we had nothing to worry about, but all of us were feeling shaken up with the waves breaking over the boat. When the last person had gotten on the big boat, the engines roared and we left the coast. I heard that the captain was not too happy with the amount of time we had been away — maybe the hurricane had come closer?