Now I know what a culture shock is like
It’s loud, and it smells really fucking bad. Its kind of a mix between cow shit and rickshaw emissions, mixed with another 100 smells I havent even smelled in my life before. Its hot, I’m sweating like a pig, everyone talks to me but I dont understand a word when I walk through the packed streets. I dont know what to eat because all the thinks I see in the street-restaurants I’ve never seen before. The menus are in hindi, dont understand a single letter. I’m feeling tired of the 19hours journey from Bangkok over Dhaka to come here, but I couldnt sleep at night because the sleazy room I shared with the belgium Backpacker I met on Dhaka airport has mosquitos flying around and the people next door are watching stupid bollywood movies on full volume.Dont even want to watch what kind of creatures are living under my mattress.
Still, I love this place. I think every Traveller will understand me. Its kind of the stuff we are searching for, something so completely different then home that we even forget that this other, “civilized” world even exists.
I got used to it pretty fast. After u get used to have diarrhoea for months without toilet paper and waking up every morning counting how many new mosquito bites u have u dont mind all the other stuff any more. I was eating Tali and Chana masala, I was adicted to that shit, so good! We traveled in 3th class train, encountering every kind of fucked up people like transvestite-prostitutes with 3days beards wearing Sari and asking u for sex for 10rupees. I used to say, If u travelled in India, nothing in the whole world can shock u any more.
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