Some cool watch the last don images:
Dhaka, Bangladesh, Don’t sit here you could be beaten.
Image by Wonderlane
I stopped a fight between 15 men at 3 am in the Dhaka Airport, over one wanting to sit here. These were the only comfortable seats left in the room, where one could concievably have a nap. The security / manager guy had some kind of strap stick thing I didn’t want to see what he was going to do with it.
When the fight broke out it was obviously stupid, so I picked up my stuff and walked very close to the combatants. They stopped fighting almost immediately. A number of other men in the airport trailed behind me in support of my gesture.
Please note there just aren’t many flights in or out so generally you have to wait long periods of time. In the high season sometimes to reach Nepal going through Dhaka is the only way left.
When I returned to Dhaka 5 weeks later, and forgot about the fight, I went to sit here and was told "Madam you may not sit here" even though no body else was, and as you see above the rest of the airport was full of men going to be labor in other countries. It’s kind of like slave labor. Globalization, who would ah thunk it.
Since they have so little control over their lives they have to control others even when it is completely ridiculous. As you see there is no sign or any indication that sitting here could be a problem.
So I threw my bags on the floor and laid down on the nice white marble floors for about 45 minutes right were I was. I was actually quite pissed off but trying to calm down.
Men from the other rooms came in to watch me, I guess it was better than the TV blaring along in Hindi in the other room – Hey great first act – what does she do next?
I was not a happy camper. It was very difficult to get pure drinking water. I went to a guard in a clear plastic booth and showed him my passport, and I read it to him in English the part where it is printed in the front asking representatives of foreign nations to render aid. I pointed out that I needed some aid in getting water, because I could not drink from the sink or fountain, and with no local currency I could not even pay to get water.
20 mins later I had been escorted to the money changers – and bought some very expensive bottled water from the restaurant. The money changers saw how respectfully the soldiers were treating me and asked – are you a reporter? I assured them that I definately was a reporter. (A Web reporter that is).
Good luck going through Dhaka or Dacca or whatever, even the airport is dangerous. At least it is better than the last time when my plane landed here and we were held at machine gun point – many years ago.
I have to say the school children in town treated me like a queen – they even presented me with a pink lotus flower – which is another story!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day – you don’t want to sit in this seat
Image by Al_HikesAZ
This is the Suspect Seat in the Phoenix Police Department Mobile DUI processing Van. If you make it to this seat, you have already failed the field sobriety test. There are 3 Irish Pubs close to this location and this DUI Task Force is gearing up for a difficult night. DON’T DRINK & DRIVE OR YOU WILL END UP IN THIS SEAT.
Thank You
They had a couple of these Mobile DUI Processing Vans (police vans) and several motorcycles. Dui Van.
Tim McGraw "Nothin’ to die for"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyJ4ok8Dyk8
You’d give your last breath to your wife
Take a bullet for your kids
Lay your life down for your country for your Jesus for your friends
There’s a whole lot of things you say you’re living for
You’ve got to fight it somehow, stop and turn around
‘Cause this ain’t nothin’ to die for
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