Tales from Calcutta, and a Diplomatic Pouch
Last thing at night in Dhaka on our way back to the hotel, I jumped in a skip. The passers-by openly guffawed. A scruffy Foreigner had just launched herself into a bin at dusk to emerge grinning with a giant piece of polystyrene. A security guard saw a commotion, and marched over to tell the bloody insolent beggar off… until he saw the bloody insolent beggar was a white tourist in a bin. Then he looked a little perplexed, and snuck off. But we had a giant custom painting on a bit of tin, and it needed protection. And there weren‘t all that many DIY shops around. And anyway, the polystyrene seemed to work alright. We fashioned a beautiful if somewhat improvised security blanket for it back at the hotel. I wish I had a photo though. the transport of a painting The next day saw us embark upon a very long, hard day from Dhaka to Calcutta. It also included a scary border crossing with our slightly forged visas. w...