Our New Driver

Even though our old driver Rafiq was an extremely careful driver (people riding in our car would laugh at the way he went over speed bumps), when we needed to get somewhere fast he would go, cut people, cars, and rickshaws off, and do the crazy. Our new driver Das (pronounced Dash) is similar except he did not go when he needed to last night and I ended a bit miffed at him. With Elizabeth screaming bloody murder, he let rickshaw after rickshaw pass on a critical left turn (remember our left turn is your right turn ... very simple). In Dhaka it's push in or never get in ... after we got home, I told him that was unacceptable and Rafiq would not have let ithappen. I really don't think he understood what I was saying but I apologized the next day and gave him a free Emirates Airlines bathroom bag (we had five of them). I think he is very confused but seemed very pleased with the gift.

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