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Dhaka Day 2: Lost in Translation

Being a foreigner amongst friends and colleagues who know the subtleties that I can't always comprehend.

Communications Trials & Tribulations

It's difficult to explain how overwhelming it can feel being here in a new place, amongst so many people who live a different context, lots of names and ideas unfamiliar to me. I find I don't pick up so much on the subtleties. With meeting so many people I find it embarrassing when they Remember Me from a previous conversation but I have not remembered them some I met in my last tour in 2019 and of course I was the unusual one to them I was the the one who stood out as different whereas for may everyone was unusual and everyone was different so I don't always recall how I knew them some people look familiar without me knowing the context. And also it is trickier than when I'm at home to check because I really don't want to feel rude and the language barrier makes it difficult to just straight out ask. Not to mention that these last few days I have been tired from travel and time zone shifts and the end of a cold.

I’ve been finding it quite tiring listening to this new language, waiting for some English words to season the conversation enough for me to follow along. And suddenly I’m spoken to directly (hopefully I’m not in a moment of reverie at that time!). Even though the language is English, the accents can make it difficult for me to decipher the actual words. Then also I’m aware that those same words, phrases and intentions of communication may have different meanings in this Bangladesh environment. So it’s a fairly constant game of “guess what’s really behind this communication”. Add to that differences in body language meaning and other cultural, organisational and contextual factors and we have quite the complex uncertainty cocktail. I’m pretty sure that I’m understanding much less than they think I am. This is not helped by my tendency to nod and smile and hope that shortly it’ll all fall into place in my brain as they’ve intended…

When in Rome...

Ahmed and I are doing the bulk of our work, on this trip, for a prominent construction firm who’ve worked with WSDA on many occasions. Ahmed is hugely well received there and we have several days meeting folk before we begin the series of workshops to help staff communicate better, share their ideas and work together more effectively. I’m super excited to do this training and facilitation work. We’re a great team, Ahmed & I. We know when to step in and hold back and can do fancy foot-work and pivot whenever needed. It'll be great doing these couple of weeks of support work for this organisation.


As part of our grand tour, we were invited to lunch with the executive team. It was all very formal, with servers and white table cloths and seat backs. The men – they were all Bangladeshi men, just little old me as the sole female, and a foreigner, what’s more! – were very surprised to observe me dive in and eat with my fingers, despite the fork and spoon that had been laid by only my place setting. I actually saw some raised eyebrows (in wonder rather than consternation) and a couple of them commented in the positive. I had a try of everything (in another day or so this would be my downfall, but that’s a story for a different blog) and have been so pleased to find that I really like the flavours and combinations.

I mentioned to my neighbour about how I enjoyed the Bangla sweets on my last tour here. Later that day we came to his office to discuss our training and the current state of his department. In marched a man with 3 plates of yummy, milky sweets. So delicious. Dhonobad!

I'm soooooo relieved to discover that these are phone and internet cables and not electrical cables - eek, that would be a disaster waiting to happen!!!

Differences in body language meaning and other cultural, organisational and contextual factors and we have quite the complex uncertainty cocktail.
The fact that lane markings really are treated as a guide only ... cracks me up.

Pleasures and Tidbits

I had the pleasure of two rooftop views. One during the day at the building of construction firm we are I was given a gift of two fresh limes straight off the tree growing in the vast roof garden. The second was at night on top of my guest house building just in time to hear the various calls to prayer from mosques in the vicinity. Lovely to enjoy before heading for my cooling evening shower and firm bed.


A few extra tidbits of the day:

·     “Sir” and “Sarah” are difficult for me to distinguish here so I’m often getting tripped up by that in this corporate environment where everyone is “Sir”. Goodness only knows what they’re making of me…

·     Driving to and fro on these inner city Dhaka streets continues to amuse and interest me. The fact that lane markings really are treated as a guide only – and that includes the other side of the road! – cracks me up. I’m so amazed that there are not more scrapes, crunches, run over toes and other accidents. We are literally sometimes mere centimetres from people or other vehicles. Phenomenal!

·     I noticed a sign along the road. It said “RIP REST U ANT” – I thought “Oh, I wonder who Ant was and when they died”. Then I looked closer and discovered it was neon signs for some sort of “TRIP RESTAURANT” but some of the letter lights had blown. Ha haa. No dead Ant after all.

Still Washing my Undies

At this stage still no luggage. Another day in the same clothes, and undies scrubbed in the sink the night before. My bag ended up arriving tonight as the WSDA team came and joined me for some grilled chicken takeaways at my guest house.


Sarah Amy Glensor Best

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