On not being Angelina - Trespass Magazine
As I shoved the last few things into my pack, pointedly ignoring the zipper which was strained to bursting, I was worrying about whether or not I would be able to find a taxi. Early mornings are unusually quiet in Dhaka, one of the most populous capital cities in the world, and you never know your luck. I had a plane to catch, and it was with mixed feelings I was preparing to say goodbye to the country I had called home for the past year. And what a home Bangladesh had been.
I first arrived in Bangladesh in October 2008 as an Australian Youth Ambassador for Development (AYAD). The plan was to work as a volunteer for twelve months for an international development organisation and then see some more of the world. I quit my great job in Sydney, boxed-up my high heels, and tried to conjure up my very best interpretation of Earth Mother. I had images of becoming the next Angelina Jolie looking effortless-yet-earnest in head to toe linen in Cambodia, or unruffled-but-concerned in sub-Saharan Africa… read on
