Entry from Becca.

We have done so much in a week. We arrived on Monday in Dhaka and went to collect our luggage and my small rucksack had not turned up, it had most of toiletries and books so was not to bad if it did not turn up, but luckily got a phone call to say it had turned up it had been to Nepal.
Walked out of the airport the heat hit us first then the amount of beggers, a few small children latched on to me stroking my leg and asking for money I did not know what to do but we had been told that they children get pimped out and would not receive any of the money. They use disabled children also to make you feel twice as bad.
Got in a taxi to the hostel, they have never heard of seat belts they say they cause confusion to the ambulance as they do not know how to release it. They do not have road rules they take over each other even if there is no road they don't mind off roading a few times. You honestly think that they are going to drive straight into a bus. The buses look like they have been battered with baseball bats, they squash 50 people on a 20 person bus and even have people on the roof and hanging from the doors We went on a rickshaw which is an adapted bike with a seat on the back and these tiny men peddle about three or four people do not know how they do it. There the most dangerous they do not care they take over cars, buses.
Got to the hostel and I am not joking it was not a hostel, it was 3 buck beds inside a bangaldeshians home. No lie. The people have never seen white people before they stand and stare at you and when you look at them they do not look away they carry on. Or they point and call you a foreigner!! Went for food later on, and ended up in a Chinese restaurant it was empty, but the food was really nice, this is where we had our first power cut, this is very common over here you just have to get your touch out, or eat in the dark!!!
We met another funny taxi driver called Noble who wanted us to go with his daughter and him to a water park, he was very friendly but a bit strange he followed us all day, we went to a museum... don't ask not my idea and he waited for us, then took us for food, then waited and took us to the next place. He was constantly asking for our number and facebook add we said we didn't have either as we were told that they will ring to be friendly but can be persistent. He told me that he would do anything for me for £200, which was a tad weird!! He dropped us off at a bus station as we were getting a night bus to Cox Bazar which is the longest beach in the world apparently. We got there at 4pm and our bus wasn't till 10pm. We found some food in this cafe it was gross it tasted like baby food when we got back who was waiting for us Noble!!!! He wanted to help us with our bags!!
Got to Cox Bazar got surrounded by the rickshaw men harassing us to get on. We ignored them at first and walked on but they followed, we got on one each and seen some pretty different sights, children begging, goats, bulls chickens everywhere, people working in these tiny shops. Dropped our stuff off at the hotel and then went the beach. I honesty felt like a celebrity, people we stopping us for a picture then it didn't stop all day picture after picture we were one mans background. They followed us into the sea they surrounded us when we on the beach but luckily we had a body guard a little year old boy he got rid everyone for us. The beach wasn't anything to write home about, just a long beach!! We found another white man which was very rare, he told us of a really nice restaurant. We went there it was like a Jamaican hut.
The dreaded travellers diorra hit me and Neil today hard and fast we have never felt pain like it, especially in this heat, feel better now hopefully it doesn't come back!!
Another thing i have found strange is the men are so affectionate to other men holding hands and hugging. I saw army men holding hands and stroking each others back!! It such a different culture all together, people sleep on the street, little kids have no clothes, me and kathyrn have to cover up you cant show your legs, shoulders, chest, nothing I may as well wear a burka!! The shower is a bucket, you wash your clothes in the same one, there is no air conditioning just a fan that circulates the hot air, power cut after power cut. The are cockroaches the size of your head. The men over here rarely talk to you!! If they do they direct questions through Neil. This week Neil has mainly had to sort out hotels and transport as some say women should stay away to be protected from strange Bangladeshi men and as part of the culture that women are a lower class.
But apart from all that, we are having a really good time this and an experience we will never get again.