I doubt that this beautiful lady’s life is some romanticized imagining, but, she certainly didn’t need to smile or even tolerate me. She could have told me to eff off. Instead, she put up with my lens.
This lady, in her practical rubber boots and long sleeves (and ripped t-shirt), was a strong contrast to the locals who dress up in traditional costume for the tourists every day.
I wish her well.
So I went on a vacation in the Amazon. It was a “camp” with about 20 cabins, a pool, air conditioning, WIFI, etc.
At first, I didn’t notice it. Then I did. It was almost comical how there were only men working at our Eco-camp in the jungle. When my friend and I first got there, we and all the other customers, were women…
Me, being me, had to ask. I was expecting the standard tourist sanitized answer. Instead, our guide/handler said, “Well, Mr. Big Cheese (I can’t recall his name but he was from Scandinavian stock in Wisconsin or Minnesota), said when he opened this camp (40 years ago) that it was better to hire only men because local women have a baby every other year so they would only be in the work force for half the time.”
Well, that was not the answer I was expecting (oops, sorry, not). We were certainly not in modern day Scandinavia.
Another of the good things about life in Dhaka is getting pampered. While the spas and salons may not be as high end here as one would expect elsewhere, it is relatively inexpensive. I have had haircuts for 600 Taka ($8) which is not as cheap as it is for the locals but still inexpensive to me. The prices make it easy to go to the salon (usually ladies only) and get plucked, massaged, waxed, threaded…