Pardon the corny pun of a title. I couldn’t resist. There is really nothing remotely risqué about the Bangladeshi tea town of Srimongol. There are, however, numerous tints of verdant awesomeness that I was privileged to explore over the course of the past action-packed weekend with my friends and coworkers.
Essentially, we boarded a train on Thursday and bustled non-stop through the lush tea-gardens, reed-filed marshes, idyllic country villages and unbelievably green rice paddies of Syhlet for two days. Dani and I arrived home late Saturday night, exhausted but stoked that we managed to see such a beautiful portion of the country in such a small amount of time.
Rather than writing a single massive post about the highlights of the weekend and boring you all with oodles of details in one sitting, I plan on writing a short blog post each night for the rest of the week. Coming up in the near future: my discovery that pineapples do NOT grow on trees, train travel in Bangladesh, a mystical variant of tree that will knock you senseless and much more!