finaly!
we finaly made it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! after 18 GOD DAMN HOURS of cramping neck and collecting baggage and chasing norina around at the various airports - we finaly arrived! XD Norina made a friend on the flight from New Deli to Dhaka and on the flight from London to New Deli the flight attendant was Super nice :P I had been intending to take a pic from the air but in the end i never dared in fear of the mobile signals interfearing with the engine or watever and dooming us all :-O
When we got to Dhaka ( bangladesh capital city ) it was so overwhelmingly warm i ghasped when we stepped out of the plain. We had to take a little mini bus to the terminal and there was this guy who worked there that helped us the whole way with our baggage and everything it was very very nice. He was getting a bit in the way though and when we all went to the bathroom to freshen up we thought we'd lost him. However when my mum got into a bit of a dilema at the checkout place or watever ( 40 mins of waiting!!! ) we saw that the man was waiting with a trolly outside XD aawwwwwww!! however some other of his airport colleges had smelt the oppertunity for a tip seeing as every white person in most turist countries are presumed to be stinky rich. When the man at the checkout FINALY let us out we went to get our suitcases. it was kind of scary because now 4 people were clinging on to us - all despirate to be the claimers of the tip. However mum and i knew that the only one who had actually helped us was the skinny man, but when one of the other ones started loading our suitcases onto HIS trolly, we guessed that we would have to pay him too. Then there was this other guy who just kept following us around doing no good at all, adn acting as if he was. But when we got out of the airport and dad wasnt there because he was late ( surprise surprise :P ) the "important" man let us borrow his cellphone because our swedish sim cards dont work, we realized that this would mean quite a lot of tips. Dad had sent a college of his to collect us ( very nice man, hed gone all the way from his work just to stand and wait for us) which ment yet another tip and the driver that dad had used to get here - so 5 tips!! Our wallets would be empty before we'd even stepped into the country. And then a man popped up from nowhere and pretended as if hed been with us the whole time. I FELT LIKE PUNCHING HIM! But we could not be conned. mum told dad that he had nothing to do with us and dad delt out the money fair and square ( the skinny man the most, of course ) and then we came home to dads apartment.
I love it here! we're going shopping today so gotta go byebye!!!
When we got to Dhaka ( bangladesh capital city ) it was so overwhelmingly warm i ghasped when we stepped out of the plain. We had to take a little mini bus to the terminal and there was this guy who worked there that helped us the whole way with our baggage and everything it was very very nice. He was getting a bit in the way though and when we all went to the bathroom to freshen up we thought we'd lost him. However when my mum got into a bit of a dilema at the checkout place or watever ( 40 mins of waiting!!! ) we saw that the man was waiting with a trolly outside XD aawwwwwww!! however some other of his airport colleges had smelt the oppertunity for a tip seeing as every white person in most turist countries are presumed to be stinky rich. When the man at the checkout FINALY let us out we went to get our suitcases. it was kind of scary because now 4 people were clinging on to us - all despirate to be the claimers of the tip. However mum and i knew that the only one who had actually helped us was the skinny man, but when one of the other ones started loading our suitcases onto HIS trolly, we guessed that we would have to pay him too. Then there was this other guy who just kept following us around doing no good at all, adn acting as if he was. But when we got out of the airport and dad wasnt there because he was late ( surprise surprise :P ) the "important" man let us borrow his cellphone because our swedish sim cards dont work, we realized that this would mean quite a lot of tips. Dad had sent a college of his to collect us ( very nice man, hed gone all the way from his work just to stand and wait for us) which ment yet another tip and the driver that dad had used to get here - so 5 tips!! Our wallets would be empty before we'd even stepped into the country. And then a man popped up from nowhere and pretended as if hed been with us the whole time. I FELT LIKE PUNCHING HIM! But we could not be conned. mum told dad that he had nothing to do with us and dad delt out the money fair and square ( the skinny man the most, of course ) and then we came home to dads apartment.
I love it here! we're going shopping today so gotta go byebye!!!
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Postat av: ssssssssssaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmy
hehe <3 if you go to any asian country random people touch your hair and stare at you just because ur european...it's pretty freeky TEEHEE X)
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