I’m safe! don’t worry!
It has been a crazy first two weeks since I left the States. Every morning and night I wake up hoping I’ll start to write, but then the day goes by too quickly. Now that I have a routine starting to form, I have made the time.
The night before I left the States, I hadn’t even packed any of my bags. I stayed up until about 2 am and then finished when I woke up that morning. My parents took me to Tri-Cities, WA where I met with the director of Bangla Hope, (who stays every 6 months in Bangladesh), the founders, and a few of the office staff. Then we headed for Seattle and stayed at a hotel to catch our early flight to Singapore. We got to the airport and met up with another student missionary (SM) who was traveling with the director and me. We successfully got all 36 bags, things for the nearby villages, orphanage, and building projects, checked in and through security with a few minutes to spare before our flight boarded. I love to fly which is good because our flight was 16 hours long. We landed in Singapore in the early evening and had about two hours before our flight took off for Dhaka. We went to the gate it said on the screen, but then was sent to a different one across the airport. We walked around for a bit, looking at the beautiful Singapore gardens, then went through security. About 20 mins later the announcer said that the plane landed late and would be at a different gate. We all got up and went through security a second time. We boarded for our four hour flight and made it to Dhaka at about 1 am. Once we got through customs, we exchanged some money and then went to go get our 36 bags. Putting all the bags on our 5 carts was like piecing a tedious puzzle together. I went first, pushing one cart and then running back to get the other one and the other two the same way. Getting to the front door is quite a challenge, first because sometimes the guards want to check what you have inside your bags with the machines, and second because there were piles of people pushing and shoving their way through the small opening. I couldn’t keep running back to grab the second cart, but I was able to push my way through with the first without any scanning. The other two however had two carts each they had to push through. I felt bad, but I couldn’t leave the one sitting there in front of the door. Once we all made it through, we walked onto the open ground of Bangladesh for the first time, thanking Jesus for the safe journey through this first part.