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We arrived after a quiet morning of debriefing about Bangladesh. No horror stories about etting there late at the airport as the traffic flowed just fine.

It seems wierd to leave Dhaka after all the things we have seen and done. The tour is almost toooo quick. You jump fromone experience to another with berely a thought, or time to process what you have seen, done, hear, or experienced. I would like to go for a quiet???? Walk down the street with someone who could translate.

So that I could stop and talk to people about who they are, what are they doing as well as a myriad other questions. I feel like I’ve een cut off from my normal way of exploring a new environment. Yes, I do understand the nedd to keep moving, but I would still like to engage with the locals.

The flight to Kolkota took about 30mins. Ithink is the shortest flight – international that is – I have ever taken.

No dramas getting into India, and the traffic was much better behaved. Traffic lights were obeyed by everone, well almost!!!

We went for a short walk this evening. I noticed abot 20 dogs on the footpath. No, not all together in a pack, rather being solitary. They were quite passive and mostly slept on the side of the road. I wonder if it an image of India (spirituall) generally. The other thing I noticed was a few people, mainly men, sleeping on the footpath. There was even two little children fast asleep under what looked like sacks, also sleeping on the footpath. It was about 8.30pm. It was dark and quite noisey.

We are staying at theBaptist Missionary Society (UK lot) not far from the Carey Baptist church which we will go to on Sunday next.then there is Mother Teriasa(?) And Hopestill Pillow buried not too far awayeither.both are on the “to see” list.. once again the ladies are in a room all to themselves while we guys are in two rooms.

It ambiance reminds me of France and the houses we lived in there, as well as the poor sleeping on the street and begging. It is not east to walk past and not be touched. I have yetto come to know how to process all the things I see eachday. The challenges are so big…

Tomorrow is Freeset, then an afternoon to shop (for Wendy) before setting off up north on a train for three nights.

The trip half over. I’m sure we only set off yesterday…

Thank youfor your support and prayers,

The Lord be with one and all,




We haveseen Gems in Dhaka and a similar school in Chanpur.

In Bangladash the schools work on rote learning. Teacher writes it down you copy then learn andtest on Sat. Then forget. No thinking skills.

Gems is in English with aim to each a completely different style. The ability to think through issues.

In Calcutta the local Govt offered the old jail for the school

You se the word redemption for a person can you imagine it happening to land and buildings,

Its happening here. Old places of horror (you had to pay to sit or lye down No money you stood)

Are nowbringing freedom of thought and a future full of hope

They are crying out for teachersits inEnglish even short term


Wendy in Bramanbarria

Hi ive probably made my first spelling mistake but that will mean you know its me.

No internet lately so I need to catch up

Back to bramanbarria – no missionaries here now where once you lived Janet. We slept in your guest room!! But stikk so much is happening

A hospital for maternity and children with real doctors especially important a lady Dr, I held a 2 day old twin baby 2kg.

A nurses hastel. Nurses all wear white saris

The school nearly 2000 children ,2shifts and up to 60 in a class. Teaching inBunglaThe lady teachers all wear beautiful saris A small field of green to play.

A boys hostel so students can come from outlying areas and get good education. We were guests at the new dining room opening. The girly from a girls hostel some distance away came and sany and danced

I met Rons student he sponsers An emotional momentor me.Great to see so much happening!!


Back ib Dhaka

It is Monday evening 9.50pm, and we are back in Dhaka, settling in to the same place we were in before – but in a diferent room. It certainly pays to be cemented in flexibility as when we arrived here we found our main lugage had not been delivered. It is here safe in Dhaka in another building, and we will have it tomorrow. PTL

What is there to say about the last 3 days?We

began with a 3 or  hours train ride in booked seats. It was to Braminbariah(?)  To the north and east of Dhaka. It was a challenge to find them and get settled. Then the hawkers selling food, drink and a mriad other things. OK till the first stop, then the isle filled up with people. They were in your face, in your side, but happily not in my hair (well what hair I have left). Wendy was by the window. The countryside was mainly rice growing but llots of brick kilns, large ponds, areas of trees…then a 20min walk through narrow streets to the school we were saying at over night.People,

more people and even more people. Endless streams of people. People walking – even in the middle of nowhere  alongside the road. People in small 3 wheeled taxis going from one town or village to another clogging the road bearly 4 metres wide. Then motor bikes with 2 or 3 people on them. Trucks taking up over half the road. And buses barrowling down the middle of the road as if they owned it to themsleves. Then lots of mini vans and cars like ours. 5 hours to travel 150kms. Then the broken down trucks – broken axels – also hogging the road. Then the medium sized villages where everone seemed to gather and do business, catch the bus, sit in the shops right on the roadside drinking whatever, and traffic clogged on the road, the edges, everwhere, and somehow our two mini vans got through unscathed – PTL. Someone has been praying for us on these roads – thank you!!

Thats just the people and the traffic, but the roads… apart from no cones we seemed at home on the pot-holed, dusty, badly formed roads that contributed to the slowness of travel… somewhere in the midst of the apparent chaos order happens. The drivers seem to know the road-code as applied to Bangladesh. And suddenly the :Red Sea: opens up and traffic moves again…

Then to Changpour to the east and south of Dhaka for the next two nights. Staying in the Baptist compound where the main house was built abot 100 yrs ago. It reminded me of our house in France i felt right at home!!! Where we stayed with some kiwis – home away from home. – peanut butter, toast, jam… Of course rice for lunch and tea – with chicken or fish, and a :mild: curry.

With the guys sleeping in one room and the ladies in another! But only due to llack of space.

Then today we had an early start to catch the ferry traveliing north to Dhaka – about four hours. It was a delightul journey on a medium sized ferry on a very wide river where the haze hid one bank from the other. There were ooooodles of boats – carrying sand, bricks, oil, wood – plodding slowly up the river, some so low in the water that the wash of our ferry semed to threaten to sink them!! While the empty ones riding high out of the water sped the other way looking for another load before slowy plodding up the river themsleves once again. An endless cycle of round trips. Then others were fishing and or using the crossriver ferries. It was a beautiful day…

In all our travels my biggest frustration has not been the endless hours of sitting in vehicles or trains or the ferry, bur rather my inability to read the signs that were on the buildings. They were in Bungla. Still I have enjoyed my self. Seeing scenes that one only saw in books or in travel documentaries. – lines of men with bags of stuff on their heads emptying a barge one sack at atime, or sand in a basket on their heads – one basket at a time, the wide river, men fishing, and lots more…

Enough.. as it is said :One Word is worth a thousand Pictures: or something like that.You have probably had enough of my rambollings for the night, so We bid you a blessed day this Tuesday when you read this.

Peace be with your spirit, even as it it with ours,

Peter & Wendy

Tomorrow we fly 20mins or so to KolKotta in India and begin our second week.

Friday mornin….

We are off on a train ride this morning. Be nice to be able to sleep till I have to wake up.

Yesterdaywe visited avillage after the normal long time in traffic – buses, mini-3 wheeled taxis, motorbikes, rickshaws pilled high with people and vegetables. And the unending press of people.

As I looked at the people several things stood out. By and large they seemed to be waring clean clothes. How do they keep themselves clean, but they do. Then the women, and we saw more of them , generally wore bright coloured garments. Most in saris or long tops down below the bottom with pants to the ankles, and very few with western style clothing.most has a scarf. A few in a burka. Yet the were all clean looking. I think I had expected to see dirty and worn/torn clothing but it was not the case-except if they were working peddling r ickshaw and the like.

Men worn the traditional skirt with different types of tops or long pants with shirgs and so on. One sees mostly men. Very few children, and those we saw were generally off to school in their uniforms.

Once off the main roads the streets became narrow, very dusty with shop fronts right on the street after a narrow ‘footpath’. The shops all seemed to be a standard sizs – 5 or 6 metres wide – with garage-type roller doors. Here the rickshaw held sway as transport. And the people…. lots of them… again they  were tidy and clean.  more children and they seemed healthy. I even saw some playing cricket!!!

In the village where we were able  to touch some snakes – cobras, grass snakes and the like, the young people would come ans speak English, standing right beside you, in you face- but not threateningly so. And the little chilren 20 or 30 of them. I suppose we were objects of curiousity. There lots of men around, generally in shops and in groups. So there were some women, but not too many, again dressed in lots  of different colours, all co-ordinated. The children with bright enquiring faces, wants to learn, but no school in this village.

So few, if any, Christians. Mostly muslims.

Well time to try to sleep some more before packing up, breakfast, a train ride and the next adventure.

Will there be internet conections????? If not try agian in a few days.

Blessing on you all, and thank you for your prayers on our behalf.

Shalom, Peter

Wendys reflections

Yesterday we arrived in Babgladesh. It was 13km to our first visit at Dimentions andit took 2 hours Whata trip, Our first sight of Dhaka. People everywhere more than you can imagine and many times more men than women.

A lot of thetime it was a 3 lane road but we wereoften 5 vehicles accross. There was a 3 wheeled taxi with grills for doors – hundreds of them weaving between the cars. Everyone was trying to push into any space. At times we were stopped for ages and nothing moved.

What was difficult was the sellers who pounced on us as soon as the van stopped. Children selling books Lotsof people selling food and those that were begging. A mother and baby, a woman with a blind man and several crippled people alone or being carried. How to respond?

One area near us here someone ha become a christian 25 years ago and now there are 40 000 christians. Amazing, wonderful,

Today we saw avillage with, adifferent people group like gypsys heaps of children but no one goes to schools there is no school near. There is a job for a missionary.

Thats enough from me It feels like we have been here for ages but its only 2 days.

Ill write again tomorrow we catch the train to Bramanarra.



We have finally arrived. What are the first impressions?

The city teams with people. People jamed into buses, some double-deckers, into vans, into motor bikk taxis, walking. Walking not just along the foot path, but on th road, crossing the road even in the midst of the traffic stream. People everywhere, shoulder to shoulder it seems.

20 million in the space of 560+ square kms.

Traffic that is in your face all the time. A 4-lane road with 5 or 6 lanes of traffic on it. Buses that are full to over flowing, yet repaird and scraped from end to end, needing to be pensioned off, but being recycled for the 4th, 6th, or 10th time. Changing lanes with horns blowing on your right, on your left, behind or infront. Traffic that creates jammes where you sit for 5 to 10 or even 20 mins as you move a car length or less. Then move through red lights, ot seek to inject yourself across those coming the other way so as to go down another street, also packed with cars and people. And t his was not peakhour raffic, it was 2.00pm!!!! Then the lack of women on the main streets, only men, or so it seemed.

Enough of that, maybe more another day.

We are well, and sleeping in aguest house. It is 12.42pm nz time, 5.43am here, it is hot and humid. I have had my QT, and beginning to thik about the day ahead.

Eyes to see, ears the hear, a heart/mind to understand what I see an expreience – this is my prayer. Not being overwhelmed but the mass of people, but rather to see the sheep without a shepherd, Matt 9:30+.

Maranatha, come Lorf Jesus!! Peace be with you.


Well we are about to fly out to Dhaka. Its verybusy in Bangkock. At 7.00 am the streets were full of scooters, taxis, minibuses and people walking. It was hot & humid. We have passed through customs, imigration and all and are nowin the departure lounge to flyout in about 1hrstime

Its morning tea with fish & noodles, sticky rice, barbaquepork, croisannts, water, tea and all sorts of other things

The airport here is VERY big,have to walk kilometres to get anywhere

Anthony seems to beholding up nicelyHow is ourlittle Biggles coping withoutWendy????


e team is all here now with Bradley & Pricilla joining us last night.

I did not sleep much but will look out in the days ahead.

Wendy is well, as all theteam.

We are looking foward to arriving in Dhaka.

Sorry aboutthe post, the keyboard seems to have a mind of its own