On April the 6th I went to Bangladesh (below India). When I got to the bangladeshi airport i met my mum and my uncle B, who works at the airport. (So we get to go past the security without waiting in the queue). It was also very very hot. Everyone was waiting when i got home in Sylhet, my hometown. They put flower chains round my neck and gave me roses, it was the sweetest welcoming I ever had, and the first.
Then me and my mum went to see the India vs Shrilanka cricket finals. My mum wanted India to win I wanted Shrilanka to win. In the end Shrilanka won. YAY!!! Most of all they had fireworks which was an amuse to the bengali people because they have never seen fireworks before. Then on our way back we were just about to get on a rickshaw (a 3 wheeled bicycle with a seat for two people) we saw a group of boys singing " Go shrilanka" I t was funny.
The thing about Bangladesh is that your free to be your own person, dye your hair purple or to go and see the bengal tigers, the extraordinary weaving by women and the street food, the people with giant sticks in their hands knocking on car windows to see if they want drinks,sweets,sans sur or candy floss.
Then came Bengali New Year in which everyone wore red and white saris make-up and hair. It was a festive time of the year. There was a massive market and a wooden london eye that spinned just like the one here in London. Toys,jewellery,wooden carved animals or pots. Everything you could imagine was there.
Although parts of Sylhet copied restaurants like KFC or Pizza Hut. The food tasted like it here. They had krushems in different flavours like Vanilla Blue or Classic mojhito.