Bowman in Bangladesh I (from 2 August 2010)

Mom has the air conditioner above our living room window turned to 31 degrees Celsius.  That’s about 87 degrees Farenheit, if she’s taught me the right formula.  (Teacher Uncle Seth, can you confirm this with all of your random elementary school knowledge?)  That feels cool compared to what we just came from outside.  Everytime she tries to set me down, though, I still stick to her.  I think I’m going to stick to everything for the rest of my life!

This is our third day in Dhaka, I think.  I’m still not sure because I’ve been sleeping and waking at strange times. 

We live in a flat that Dad’s school arranged for us before we came.  It came complete with dishes, sheets, mosquito nets, and my new friend Geico the Gecko who lives in our kitchen.  He’s missing a tail, but quite handy for eating other small critters that aren’t nearly as cute as he is.  It also has four bathrooms for some reason.  The best part about the bathroom off of my room is that it already has a handy spray hose for my dirty diapers.  In America people pay extra to get those installed. 

Each day we’ve been here we’ve explored a bit.  Down our street, Lane 5, there is a small pond bordered by trees, flowers, a playground, and a workout area with old jugs filled with cement that Dad can use as weights when he wants to work out.  He’s more excited about the basketball hoops that are also there, though.  About five blocks from us there is a mall with everything from a Pick and Pay grocery store to three pharmacies to a ribbon store.  Farther on than that, there’s a real Bangla market with live chickens in whicker baskets and all sorts of vegetables Mom can’t tell me the names of.  I haven’t ridden a rickshaw yet, but Mom told me her first ride was loads of fun and that balancing on them with me will help her develop her sense of balance and core strength.  What I have ridden in are the school vans.  They’ve brought me to Dad’s school (two of the three campuses so far) and to a grocery store where Mom saw Snickers and canned corn. 

I’m about ready for a good afternoon nap, but I want to ask you to pray for my dad.  He’s got lots to prepare in the next few days since starting next Monday he will be teaching PE, Bible and geography to students from year three to year eleven.   I think he’s going to be the best teacher, and get these students to play all sorts of sports they’d never be able to play otherwise!