Probably known for others but an unpleasant surprise for me: I am full of s**t!
Four days and counting with a brutal diarrhea has been an unwanted lesson on body (dys)functions.
Enough of the downstream.
I have had a lot of time to think in the bathroom.
Like travel industry.
Dhaka can boast with a number recently opened luxurious hotels, and new projects are under construction both in the capital and other cities.
Why?
Bangladesh can already now offer everything that the rich, experienced, fit, adventurous traveler is looking for.
Surprisingly many people are willing to pay huge sums for hunger, sweat, pain and struggle - all renewable natural resources in Bangladesh.
Who has not done the mountains, the seas, the skies, the Moon, the five big?
An irresistible idea for the real adventurer: work as a laborer in Dhaka.
The concept is simple: the traveler collects an outfit (lungi, t-shirt, head scarf, flipflops, optional underwear for men, all-body-covering and far too warm clothing for women) and works like a slave at least ten hours a day all week.
He earns one hundred taka (1,2 US dollars) a day, sleeps in a metal/straw hut with tens of other men, does his business in a open sewage. She can get employment in the garment industry, housing in the slums, earning a little less.
Daredevils can clean high-rise windows, real machos may collect garbage or pull a rickshaw.
And since the concept is sustainable, fair, ecological and all-good, the man or woman replaced by the traveler, gets paid at least 500 taka a day - with an obligation to attend school classes or occupational education.
After a week: a nice tan (men), remarkable weight loss, bigger muscles, new understanding, much to tell back home. Ok, maybe sunstroke, diarrhea, fatigue - part of the game.
Can be combined with a couple of days at a luxury hotel, relaxing, feeling good and drinking a beer that costs more than the whole week's earnings.
