someone has to find Bangladesh,
find this one
the back of my neck broke out in this nasty rash that was so itchy ......... BRAC Health Unit where no less than five doctor-staff stood around me examining my neck in the middle of the office, with plenty of on-lookers.
Absolutely no sense of privacy about these things in Bangladesh.
When they had finished debating and settled on a prescription I thanked them profusely and got up to leave.
Here is the conversation that followed:
Doc 1: “Wait, sit down.”
Natalie: “You are not finished?”
Doc 1: “We need a picture.”
Natalie: “Of my neck?”
Doc 1: “No, your hands.”
Natalie “You want to take a picture of my hands?”
Doc 1: “Yes, you have very beautiful hands. Just wait.”
Natalie to Doc 2: “Why does she want a picture of my hands?”
Doc 2: “Let me see. Yes, you do have very beautiful hands.”
Doc 1: “Ok, now put your hands on the desk.”
Natalie: “Like this?”
Doc 1: “Yes, now pretend to scratch. Very good.”
Natalie: “You want a picture of my hands pretending to scratch?”
Doc 1: “yes, for some poster or something.”
So there you have it, I am now BRAC Health Program’s bideshi ( foreign ) hand model. Only in Bangladesh would this ever happen to me.
http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Bangladesh/Dhaka/blog-100454.html