Where has the time gone? Our time here is coming to an end and we have mixed feelings. The highlights have certainly been the people we have gotten to know (Bangladeshi's and Westerners), and the complete strangers that so warmly smile and welcome us to Bangladesh. Life here is hard, it certainly makes you aware of the value of education and how so much depends upon where in the world you were born or raised. Most of you reading this, like us, are the fortunate 20% of the world's population.
Today we had the pleasure of visiting CRP (Center for the Rehabilitation of the Paralyzed), an interesting facility that provides OT, PT, Nursing Care, Proshetics, Speech Therapy, Rehab, etc to persons with serious injuries that have led to paralysis or amputations. Most injuries are related to work injuries, carrying 100 kg weights causing cervical trauma, as well as construction injuries, and motor vehicle accidents. It was founded in the 70's by a UK physiotherapist, she had come out here after she graduated and saw the enormous need in Bangladesh for care of these patients. We met her today, Valerie Taylor, such a sweet, soft-spoken woman, highly respected and regarding in the country.
We also finished up some shopping (see the photos's of the women making the baskets with us) and had some excitement on our way home. A tall highrise university building had smoke coming out of the top (like a rooftop exit or small bulding on the top) which quickly turned to flames. I was rushing to get out of the way, in case anything came down from the top, meanwhile Bangladeshi's were rushing in to see the excitement. I also saw a full bus nearby with about 10 well-dressed school boys on the roof, aiming their cell phones toward the burning building to snap photos, it was one of those moments that really doesn't seem real.
Luckily, they got the fire out and we were able to finish up our shopping and head home (to our friends apartment) with a story to tell.
An ingenius wheelchair design! Nothing is wasted here.
A patient in a stryker bed, made in the CRP shops
Women working on baskets in the Tarongo workshop, they wanted a photo with us!
Today we had the pleasure of visiting CRP (Center for the Rehabilitation of the Paralyzed), an interesting facility that provides OT, PT, Nursing Care, Proshetics, Speech Therapy, Rehab, etc to persons with serious injuries that have led to paralysis or amputations. Most injuries are related to work injuries, carrying 100 kg weights causing cervical trauma, as well as construction injuries, and motor vehicle accidents. It was founded in the 70's by a UK physiotherapist, she had come out here after she graduated and saw the enormous need in Bangladesh for care of these patients. We met her today, Valerie Taylor, such a sweet, soft-spoken woman, highly respected and regarding in the country.
We also finished up some shopping (see the photos's of the women making the baskets with us) and had some excitement on our way home. A tall highrise university building had smoke coming out of the top (like a rooftop exit or small bulding on the top) which quickly turned to flames. I was rushing to get out of the way, in case anything came down from the top, meanwhile Bangladeshi's were rushing in to see the excitement. I also saw a full bus nearby with about 10 well-dressed school boys on the roof, aiming their cell phones toward the burning building to snap photos, it was one of those moments that really doesn't seem real.
Luckily, they got the fire out and we were able to finish up our shopping and head home (to our friends apartment) with a story to tell.
An ingenius wheelchair design! Nothing is wasted here.
A patient in a stryker bed, made in the CRP shops
A big crowd formed (the burning building is on the right), see the firetrucks blocked in by the crowd!
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