Today was a loooong day. I’m leaving for Bangladesh tomorrow to visit a friend, Shawn. I’ve been wanting to go for a few weeks, but this is still a last minute trip. I didn’t get my plane ticket or visa until today. I was hoping to do it yesterday, but well, just see my previous post.
I left home around 10 to take care of everything. First things first, however. I needed to run to the ATM to get out money for the ticket. Six, that’s right, SIX ATM’s later, I finally found one that had money in it. Then I went to the travel agency to get the ticket. They “strongly recommended” I get my visa before I leave. This was at 11:30. The Bangladesh embassy closed at 12:30. The embassy was a 40 minute motorcycle ride on the other side of town. I had to come back home to get more money, and I quickly rode up north to the embassy. Once there, I started to fill out the necessary form and realized I forgot the contact info to where I am staying. For now, let’s just say I worked things out. I submitted the documents and they told me to come back at 4 to pick up the visa. So I rushed home, in the rain!, got soaked and I headed off to a meeting with a few friends. Then I rode my bike back up to the embassy (30 minutes on my bike), in the rain!, to pick up my visa. Stopped in Thamel to pick a few things up, and then I rode all the way back to the travel agency to finally pay for my ticket and pick it up. It might not seem like a lot, but riding through Kathmandu twice in one day is a chore. Especially when its raining. I was covered in little drops of mud and wet and sweat by the time I was finished and returned home.
It would have been so much easier if I could have done this yesterday. Especially since it didn’t rain yesterday. But burning tires normally keeps you off the streets.
In the end, I have my ticket, I have my visa, and I’m ready to go. It should be a great trip. I hope to help Shawn with cyclone relief (from Cyclone Aila a few weeks ago). But if not, we’ll just hang out in Dhaka. They have air conditioning and a Pizza Hut. I think I’ll manage.












Dude, that sounds like quite the adventure. My sense is that you will never be the same. Promise me that you’ll let me take you out for coffee when you get back. I must hear stories!!!
Mike, make it tea and you got a deal
That’s pretty crazy. A guy named Jose Martinez is a missionary to Bangladesh from our mission base in Honduras. He travels back and fourth a couple times a year.
Take pics!
it’s actually possible to get a ‘landing permit’ for two weeks on arrival at zia airport… just saying…