No rest on Sundays

I spent a large part of today going round a largish textile factory and presenting what my company does to a number of it's employees. Not the best way to spend a Sunday thats for sure.

One benefit was getting to see more of Dhaka. I saw some of the less nice bits along with some very pleasant areas in the diplomatic and retired officers living areas. Tree lined roads with flowers and neat gardens, all guarded by armed soldiers.

In the evening we had fish and chips on the 5th floor of the hotel looking out across the swimming pool. It was a cool evening and no matter how hard we tried we couldn't persuade the waiter that we actually wanted the chips on the plate. Instead a big bowl came in the middle of the table despite him having said "yes" to understanding what we wanted. "Yes" is the standard answer to everything here. Once you realise this is the case you no longer get caught out by it...

The times I've thought I'd explained something only to try and confirm it to find out my message is not understood because the person doesn't speak a word of English other than "yes". The joy of travel.