In January 2008, I traveled for the first time outside of the United States to a destination that is not my country of origin. I went to Bangladesh. While the reason for travel was funeral, there was a time for shopping a day or so before leaving.
The people were warm and friendly and treated me like I was a long lost relative. Hence when it was time to go I urged my husband to find time to shop for these people. I found out that sari (or saree) is an acceptable gift. So to Mouchouk Market we went. Mouchouk is a Bangladeshi term for beehive. And you know that this market is appropriately named.
My sister-in-law came with us with her husband. We needed two men to carry our purchases (LOL). For someone who has not enjoyed the art or sport of shopping in an AC mall, my spirit was jumping for joy for all the sensory stimus assaulting me all at once. Shouts in tongue I don’t understand but I knew were meant to get my attention to stop and look at their fabrics, hot and humid weather, smells I have not experienced before.
My SIL told me to be quiet and not show any facial expressions in a positive nature. She wants me to stop saying, “Oh that’s very nice.” She said everytime I speak in English (I can’t speak their native tongue) the price goes up. And I should not show delight, always try to show dislike. She said that’s the way to get the price lower, even lower to the price we wanted to pay.
I let her do the talking and I just nod and nod. We did manage to buy presents for people I met there on my short stay and for people waiting for me back home in California.
That is my world for today. I thought it’s a good time to reminisce. Visit MY WORLD for stories and photos of different worlds.