My friend Matt Faherty, a recent graduate of the University of Chicago, is currently making his way through Bangladesh, on his way to do farmwork for an organization called WWOOF, the World Wide Organization for Organic Farming (no, I didn’t make any of that up). He asked me a few months ago what I thought of the idea, and not knowing what else to say, I gave him the thumbs-up. Actually, all things considered, it strikes me as one of the craziest fucking things I’ve ever heard of. Anyway, I wished him luck, and told him to be sure to write.
He did. In fact, he’s been inundating my email lately with a hilarious series of travelogues chronicling time he’s recently spent in Dhaka en route to WWOOF. Given the obvious anthropological value of these essays, I thought they deserved a wider audience. So Matt’s given PoT the exclusive to post them (but frankly, Matt, you can post them wherever else you want). I’ll be posting them here sporadically as I get the chance to edit them (they lack punctuation), spacing them out a bit so that we don’t overdose on Bangladesh.
Those of you familiar with the old IOS blog may remember Matt’s essay there on his trip to the United Arab Emirates. Alas, Bangladesh has turned out to be a very different experience.
Matt’s supposed to get home some time this summer. That may be the time to ask him to re-read Peter Singer’s “Famine, Affluence, and Morality,” and ask for his reaction to it. Remind me when the time comes.
In the meantime, let’s cue up some travel music….
“The fragrance of Bangladesh rewards a long day’s toil….”