Bangladesh Travel Diary: Reaching the Indian Border 

I’m currently based in Bangladesh as part of a team of community workers. Follow me over on Instagram (@madisonbeachphotos) and on this blog to keep updated with the ups and downs of living in such a beautiful yet challenging country..

For the past 48 hours we have have been in the centre of a unexpected tropical storm. To keep safe we stayed in our rooms due the high winds and non-stop heavy rain was causing coconuts and branches to fall from trees. The storm also caused a power cut for the whole town and all the surrounding villages so we have been living in the dark using candles for light. But thankfully this morning we woke up to blaring sunshine drying out the sodden ground and the electricity was back on  so we can charge our phones and write some blogs! 

Before the storm hit I had one of the best days in Bangladesh yet. It started off with a very bumpy hour long rickshaw journey to the far north of Bangladesh. We jumped out and headed to a school which the NGO we’re working for funds. They had asked to meet us while we are here in Bangladesh and put on a great welcome with all the kids running out the classroom when they saw us. We played loads of games with them, received a lot high-fives and gave out snacks before bidding farewell. 



We then headed further north towards a wooded area. We weaved our way through truly beautiful paths which guided us through forests and incredibly clear streams. And after a stunning 30 minute walk we reached what we were there for: the Indian border. 

Police on the Indian-Bangladesh Border

The border is made up of mountains, trees and white flags showing there’s no conflict between the two countries. Nowadays the word ‘border’ often conjures up negative connotations but here the border was nothing but a calm green landscape with no one around apart from two houses and the odd farmer. 

We stayed as long as we could in the midday heat before heading back to the rickshaws waiting for us with the snacks we accidentally left behind. On the way back we had to cross a stream. We all slid our flip-flops off and made the short 3 metre journey across- apart from our police escorts who were weighed down by the their big leather boots. But rather than inelegantly sitting down in the mud to take them off, they asked for piggy backs..  


My laughter soon turned to concern as I noticed a leech had made my leg home. Without thinking I grabbed it and tried to pull it off but it dug in further and further. After a couple of minutes I managed to pull it off along with a bit of blood. Luckily it looked worse than it was as the pain soon wore off and I forgot all about it. And anyway it was all worth it for the view.. 

One Comment Add yours

  1. Neats Ross says:

    Hi Maddie
    Nice read with my cuppa lady grey, countryside looks beautiful, great photos, what an adventure, storm sounds scary, don’t think I would have survived the leech! Lots of love xx

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