While Jan was at the wedding...

 ...I went for a day trip with my landlord to his family homestead which is in mango country. In fact, his family owns large gardens of mangoes.
 We left early morning so we could enjoy a relatively cool walk among the trees. (about 90 in the shade)  I wished I had brought a pencil and pad so I could get all the different mango names straight. The sweetest type is the 'nengram' (lame leg mango) which gets its name from the bent stem. There's 'fozli' and I don't know where that gets its name from, but they are huge and will fully ripen a little later.

Here's Durul, my landlord in front of his family home. His brothers still live here.  He lives in the city now overseeing his building an various projects and businesses.
He is never far from his cell phone. I've never met anyone who literally carries his office with him and does all his work by phone, even here in the far reaches of rural Bangladesh.


His father built this mosque right near the home. It serves as the place of worship for the neighborhood. The building was completed the year before his father died. It's beautifully tiled inside- Durul's work.

Here's what we packed for the trip home.

 And on the way, we stopped to see one of the seven wonders of Bangladesh: Date palm trees never have more than one 'head'  (just like cocoanut trees) This one in his home town has 14 heads! There's nothing like it anywhere else that he (or I) have seen!