Pottering: Random stops on the road to the Chittagong Hill Tracts


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I enjoy surprises and the unexpected, that is what me and the other travellers got, pretty much like the rice mill, I didn't know what to expect, get off the bus and follow our leader. Loved his style not telling us what we would encounter.

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A few random shacks along a dirt path off the main highway, animals wandering freely and a classic outside toilet.

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Not a place where they get visitors everyday, especially westerners, but the locals were quite nonchalant about us being there

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By western standards the facilities were basic and rudimentary, but in Bangladesh, there is a massive push by Govt and charities to bring pumps like this to villages to provide aces to clean fresh water.

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This village must be a bit upmarket as it had two, but apparently the latter was for drinking water the former used in the pot making process

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Which starts with the basic clay

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The tools of the artisan , expecting to see something like a potters whel and the suchlike these tools were soon seen in action

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Skillful bashing by a couple of ladies, shaping and moulding the clay into recognisable vessels

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Before being dried in the sun, tended to and turned to make sure that the pots of all shapes and sizes were thoroughly baked

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Pots to be sold in the markets as well as made to order wholesale

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The biggest surprise was the village had its own shop selling all manner of staples and how clean tidy and well presented the people were.

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Awesome shots, grindle! The colorful clothes contrast so well among the pots!

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Cheers @acidyo, for the positive vibes, They do like their colourful saris, it seems the less fortunate always make a grand effort to look good.

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I was at Aberdour castle on Saturday which is mostly ruins, but in a corner there was an old water pump, and I mentioned to Mrs T that it would go down a storm in Africa or parts of Asia.

It is amazing they can sit on their haunches like that and mould those pots for I imagine hours on end.

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Great artefact. My daughter in law is Philippine and she can sit like that, crazy, I can't even get that low without falling over

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Such beautiful captures. You captured the whole atmosphere well.
Have an awesome new week.
!PIZZA

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Cheers @littlebee4 , love the positive vibes. You too enjoy the warm/snow/sun/cold, wherever you are

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The old water pump reminds me of the ones I saw here in countryside areas when I was a kid. The villagers are hardworking and resourceful; through their pottery making, they are able to earn from it. Having small neighborhood variety store is also their source of income and it provides the community with some of their daily needs.

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The pump was a brilliant relic to see. The people were skilled in their pot making.

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Once upon a time, such pottery was the pride of Bangladesh, but nowadays no one uses those kitchen potteries, especially those who live in the city...I am glad you got to experience such traditional life and culture of Bangladesh...

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Yes indeed, it was fascinating, the skills of the ladies was brilliant to see

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I truly appreciate the beauty of surprises and the unexpected. What struck me most, though, was the village’s balance of simplicity and pride clean, tidy, and filled with people whose warmth made you feel welcome without fanfare. Your visit reminded me of the richness in everyday life and the importance of appreciating cultures and communities that thrive quietly yet meaningfully.

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