|in front of the dining room of the hotel, cox's basar, 3rd feb.2012|
we are going on a trip. with we, i mean drik, or some people from drik. and their families. that's exciting. seeing moni with his wife, seeing habibay's kids again. his wife. and all the others. quite a lot of names, and cannot even memories all of the people's names i am working with.
we arrived in morning. around 11 am. it was hot, but ok. quick breakfast and then off to the beach. we will play football. or better say, adnan, habibay, his two kids and some other guys ( i am so sorry, i have a terrible name memory, sometimes i even forget the names of my siblings). anyway essentially guys and me.
we are in cox's bazar. one or not the place in bangladesh tourist go to. millions of people come there every year and with 120 miles it has the longest beach in the world.
|table football table, cafe, cox's bazar, 4th feb 2012|
|dogs, cafe, cox's bazar, 4th feb 2012|
we wanted to go there in the evening, but the others were not interested. i thought they would understand, table football. how cool is that. but they did not. so we ended up on the market looking at scarves and sunglasses.
i don't know still now, if they know what table football is and how it looks like. i did not ask. dare to ask.
|ricksha, cox's bazar, 3rd feb. 2012|
and they have rickshaw drivers, of course. and even so the distant between the hotel and the market is about 10 minuets quick walk, we take the rickshaw. they know there business.
|teaplace, beach, cox's bazar, 3rd feb 2012|
|being a big strong guy store, beach, cox's bazar, 3rd feb 2012|
they have little shops, with different business models around.
most seen: tea or chai place, coccocunut wagons
kidss' seller: softdrinks, jewellery, sweets, songs
adults' seller: chai in big thermo bottles, bananas
|umbrellas and seats with people, beach, cox's bazar, 4th feb. 2012|
one thing i did not consider. texture and color of clothes and attachment to body shape. going into the water is fun, running around with wet clothes sometimes as well, sometimes not at all.
|guy, beach, cox's bazar, 4th feb 2012|
him: yes ok why?
me: because you look different
him: ah ok fine
me: why do you look different?
him: because i am living with my parents in australia. i was just born here and come back for a visit
me:do you like it here?
him: its ok
him: ok bye
people from bangaldesh love to be photographed. better say, if you do not take an image of them they are annoyed. really annoyed. this guy was not bothered. at least it seemed so.
|guy, beach, cox's bazar, 3rd feb 2012|
luckily he was persistent. and his dogs.
his dogs licked my legs. i like dogs but i like to watch them from a distant. i do not know them, they do not know me. also i do not lick there legs.
i get annoyed, but than he says that they were his dogs. so i am embarrassed. dog lovers don't understand people who do not like dogs. that's the same with mums and non mums.
anyway i started to talk with him, looked at the flyer closer and realized that this was an amazing material, ecological recycled brown paper. awesome. and even so the combination of life music with barbeque seemed quite tacky for me for get tourist and guest into your place, standing on the cox's bazar beach that was quite cool.
he works at this place. i could come there tomorrow and yes he knows the surf club.
|jafar alem, beach, cox's bazar, 4th feb. 2012|
i meet him, by incident, because of an german article about a bangladesh surfclub, about my curiosity and stubbornness to find it and adnan's old contact list.
he is nice, talks very quick. about his past, his present and above all his future. what he wants to do with surfing, why it is important, for him for the people, for cox's bazar.
he also says he is tired, he needs some help, for his surf club, for marketing, for training.
|martin, beach, cox's bazar, 4th feb 2012|
martin is actually volunteering in the refugee camp close by. he just discovered the place and jafar.
martin loves surfing. the waves are not the biggest one but perfect to learn, and probably much higher later, during the year, when the monsoon and the cyclone starts.
martin loves the place. being here for 2 weeks he totally feels secure. people are nice, food is good and just feels so secure. i think i can live here for longer. he says.
jafar tries to established surfing. nobody knows surfing in bangladesh. till he came. now he wants to see more people doing what he is doing.
|cityscape, cox's bazar, 3rd feb. 2012|
|detail, market, cox's bazar, 4th feb. 2012|
the market reminds me on markets we used to have at home. little jewellery and nippes in between cheep clothes in between sweets and more clothes. at least how our used to be.
we do not have them anymore. we have amazon.
they have it and it is full of people wandering around, looking at the different stales and comparing same things in quality and prize (at least for me) at different places.
i am a bit bored, just a bit after seeing the 10th scarf shop. but the girls and guys love it. that's ok. i guess also a result from amazon: the inability to enjoy wandering around and looking.
|photostudio, market, cox's bazar, 4th feb 2012|
|dried fishes, market, cox's bazar, 4th feb 2012|
|net, fishing boat, cox's bazar, 5th feb 2012|
stupid foreigness. hate it sometimes. above all in combination with having the huge camera and snapping helplessly smiling away. smiling is the best i can do.
it is sunday 6 am. the guys, fisherman, are getting ready for the water. and the fishes.
|guys on car, between cox's bazar and dhaka, 5th feb 2012|
|girl looking outside the window, between cox's bazar and dhaka, 5th feb 2012|
|guy on the street, between cox's bazar and dhaka, 5th feb 2012|