Arriving in Kushtia

Joyana organised us to stay with his mate Reza in Kustia, so we could attend the Lalon Music festival.  

Kate and I didn't really know what we were getting ourselves in for.  After a horribly dangerous over-night bus we got dropped off at a little village outside Kustia.  I've never felt so safe in such a foreign place.  A small crowd gathered around us, mostly just staring, but anyone with a single word of english was prepared to try and help.  After the long bus ride, Kate needed water, so headed off to try and find some, I stayed to look after the bags.  An electric tuk tuk turned up to take us to our friend, so I abandoned our backpacks to the care of the crowd to search for her.  I'd never normally do that, but I just felt that at peace and trusting of the people that I could.

So we were taken (quite slowly, the electric tuk tuk don't have the power of the petrol ones) to some sort of beautifully green small hippy camp next to a picturesque lake, for musicians and artists.  Now our new friend Reza couldn't speak a word of English so things were a bit confusing.  We were taken into the one small hut, where there were a couple of bodies stretched out on some mats and told to put our bags down and wash.  We were fed a delicious meal of curry and rice.  Despite the tasty food, Kate was a little concerned that this hut was to be our domicile for the next couple of days as she'd been getting very bad reactions to the mosquitos, and this was as open as Davinci's (waterloo night spot) on a Friday night.  There were a couple of Uni students there with very good english, so we asked if we could get a hotel, but because of the festival they were all booked out.  So we conceded, and put in a plan to cover kate up as much as possible during the night despite the hot, humid weather and settled into our hippy camp admiring the paintings and sculptures and listening to the Baul's play their instruments and sing.  Very blissful.

To our relief, later in the afternoon another tuk tuk came for us. Turns out Reza had kicked his mother out of her house to stay with family, so that we could have her humble two room house to stay in!! This was just the start of the hospitality that we would receive in Kushtia.