One of the things you hold on most when you are traveling is your passport. Oh how I hate when checking in a hostel they want to keep it “safe”! Even if it is just an hour in order to make photocopies, I get nervous knowing it lays in other hands than mine. So just imagine leaving is to an embassy for 24 hours! (it happened to me in Sri Lanka for my Indian visa)
And now imagine being separated of your only identification form for 10 DAYS in a foreign country… It just happened to me. 10 days wandering around Kolkata undocumented (!)
The procedure to get the visa to Bangladesh was really unclear, but in the end everything went very smoothly (when I think about the Bangladeshis willing to travel to Europe, I feel like crying of shame). I got my passport back yesterday evening, and after paying for it, I finally discovered the visa between its’ pages as I was standing in the middle of the crowd on the street. I started tearing of happiness. I got it. Visiting Bangladesh is my dream, and it is going to come true.
But the majority of westerners always ask me: Why Bangladesh? Why are you so obsessed with this country? What is there to see over there?
And obviously have they thing to say about it… Don’t go! Go to Nepal instead! Go to Bhutan! Go to South East Asia! Or just stay in India! You’re crazy! It is not safe! Are you going alone?? You’re a girl! It’s a muslim country! Don’t go, or at least don’t go alone!
The others always know better. None of these people have never stepped a foot in Bangladesh, but there are afraid of it. Because it is the unknown. It doesn’t have such a tourist infrastructure like the countries around it, it is off the “Gringo Trail”, it is not backpacker friendly and because no one ever speaks about Bangladesh, not even the medias. The forgotten little country surrounded by India and Myanmar.
That is why I am going there. I want to see it. I want to witness it. I want to write about it. I want to feel it.
So YES, I am a GIRL and YES, I am traveling ALONE and NO, I am NOT AFRAID!!!
’cause shit can happen anywhere. Shit can happen in your own country, in your own town and even in front of your own house.
’cause I am not afraid of other cultures or religions.
’cause I beleive people are good.
’cause Bangladesh is full of inspiring people. I can’t wait to meet The Flag Girl, and I will do my best to cross paths with Shahidul Alam and Taslima Akhter.
’cause good girls go to heaven, and rebels go wherever they want.