Nature has a way of reclaiming their sovereignty, and this is all too evident in the neglected domiciles in an eerie street in Sonargaon. I like the way a Lonely Planet article on Painam Nagar describes this once lavish community:
“The once elegant town of
I don’t have this description in my own LP so this must be a later version, but this poetically paints a surreal description of Painam Nagar.
From the Folk Arts and
I was in my cotton shirt and jeans, Karin, all blond and a curious a sight to behold in her dark colored sari, while Mafuz was in an immaculately pressed long sleeved shirt, tucked under his pants. He looked very “official”. And the three of us sauntered around like three distinct peas in a pod.
Mafuz picked a house and wandered around with adequate authority, I'd suspect he owned the place had I not known otherwise. There was a household with an woman doing her chores – she was preparing something on leaves. When I looked closer, these were rice-based food, beautifully “designed” – on specially picked leaves. Were they desserts? Heck, no. This was food. Some of them, they eat; some they sell. They looked like frosted candies in their off-pink color. Mafuz reached down and offered us a piece to taste it. Weird. I expected it to be sweet, but it didn’t taste anything. Maybe this was one of those that acquire taste once you’ve eaten enough? The funny thing is, the lady kept working and didn’t even seem to mind that we were encroaching on her space, on “work” – and we didn’t pay anything for this visit. How much more “up close and personal” could you get?
The house stood like desperate relics; half the house facing the scenic lake has all but disappeared. We navigated through a narrow staircase. I was trying to keep a stable stance; didn't wanna fall into a sundry of accouterments that seemed second or third-hand, rusting in sweet salvation. At some point, it became too dark. I was still afraid I’d step on something I’m not supposed to. Our destination: the roof deck! From there, I could see a good part of Painam Nagar. We just sat and gathered our thoughts while Mafuz jumped on a ledge and started clowning around.
MUSINGS OF A SWISS TRAVELER
I liked Karin. She's from Interleukin, Switzerland. She was mild mannered and toothsome, and she had a sincere smile. She would intermittently regale me with some of her travel anecdotes: the German paraglider who dove to his near-fatal accident in Pokhara Nepal (Karin had to accompany him in Delhi where he was eventually flown back to Germany); her life as a relatively new physician; her passion climbing mountains; what is it like being a single woman traveling around Asia. She mentioned that 40% of a Swiss' salary goes to the government as tax; and that Switzerland isn't part of the E.U. (really?). She just completed General Surgery, and she's seriously looking into Visceral Surgery which, to be honest, I've never heard of. She's taken to wearing sari while navigating around, try to be inconspicuous, although I was sure she was not succeeding all that much. Glimpses of her life in a capsule.
I’ve actually made a friend that day. She has since emailed me about her unforgettable experiences traveling back to
From this short strip of dilapidated mansions, we visited another one – a bigger one actually; the once luxurious abode of a nawab (a muslim prince), supposedly with underground tunnels that reach
And this is the Eye in the Sky!
On one hand sometimes it is good to read that sometimes nature wins with civilization, on the other a ghost-city can be a bit scary!
This mansion is still beatifully decorated!
wonderful pictures, honestly speaking a bit too wonderful, couldnt stay focused on the article with such great pictures. nice job!
@ Ola: Agree hat it's a good thing when nature takes over an old civilization, like reclaiming what is truly their own. On being a "ghost town", it is eerie walking around this street... as though there are earth-bound spirits transfixed in these homes.
@ Bradly Jones: Thank you. I appreciate your generous words, Bradly. These are among my favorite photos from this visit as well.
Sorry for the absence, but the season has been too busy here in Lisbon...
Amazing story, wonderful shots!! But is it actually Interleukin?
Blogtrotter Two is gone to Corsica... Enjoy and have a superb weekend!!
She did say Interleukin several times. Is this about the tax percentage from personal income?
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