Apni ki kitnashok babohar kohren?

Eta mane "Do you use pesticides?"
Now you know almost as much Bangla as I do.

A couple of days ago we visited a small farm and a kitchen garden. The kitchen garden was in a government owned housing facility, but the owner could do what he wanted with the land. Here is a picture of the garden, although it is a little difficult to see the crops among all the weeds. It is also impossible to see the elusive ferret that was running around because my camera is very slow to start up.

The man had a fairly nice little apartment of sorts, which you can sort of see in the next pictures. His wife stayed inside the whole time, which is not uncommon, and explains why you see so few women on the streets. His sons were cute, sending their wind-up car zooming onto the patio so they could catch a glimpse of the strangers (especially the white one). One of them came out to stare for a bit and then shouted out "My name is ..." and broke into a giggle and ran away. I took their picture as well as one of the pretest interview.
As I recall there was also a dog running around this garden. It's weird how all the dogs, except one so far, look the same. But then you don't see people carrying dogs in their purses either.

The small farm we visited was outside of a hospital. I only took videos there and they didn't turn out so hot, but here is a snapshot of the farm from one.


It started to rain while we were here, so we went in this canteen run by the hospital to finish up. It's hard to believe 1/3 of the hungry people in the world live in South Asia when plate after plate of baat (plain white rice) kept coming from the kitchen. It's also hard to believe a hospital runs a canteen where water is served from grimy plastic buckets. Unfortunately I didn't take any pictures there, but to make up for it here is a picture of the salwaar kameez I bought. On the up side, it fits and is in style, but on the downside, it has no pockets...I can deal with that.