So A long time ago there was a legend floating around beijing. The legend of bangleshi porn. According the legend there is a young chinese guy in the 'jing who studied the bangali language in college and had visited bangladesh. During this trip to bangladesh it was said he had acquired bangladeshi pornographic videos. I met this person and eventually became friends with him. I eventually became close enough to him to inquire about the lore of him possessing bangladesi porno he said it was true but he had thrown it away a long time ago. I was bitterly disappointed and believed the story to be an urban myth he was perpetuating. Eventually i forgot about the legend and let go of my dreams of actually getting to view underground porn from a poor 3rd world muslim nation.
Fast forward a year. I have found myself unexpectedly in bangladesh. I was wandering around Dhaka looking for an internet cafe so i could avoid the heat and mindlessly look at holga websites for hours. I asked anyone i could find with an inkling of english repeating "internet" "net bar" "cyber cafe" after about an hour of walking i was pointed toward a condemned looking building. along the front were many "fast food" establishments. in dhaka fast food means samosas and R.C. cola in little cans the size and shape of the ones red bull comes in the states Anyways i wandered around a bit found no net bar but had 2 samosas and a lemon lime R.C. cola ( dont ask ). I asked about a net bar and was pointer inside. I didn't even realize inside the building was a massive chungking mansions-esque market. It was all very strange and it was full of half shops selling computer parts and half communist bookshops. At least I think they were commie bookshops, they all had pictures of mao and lenin and were full of chain smoking deshy's dressed like beatniks ( or maybe like picasso in his later years ). I was walking along and i was taken back by one little dvd shop with a rambo first blood bangladeshi poster in the window. i was smitten and went in to inquire as to the price of the bangali rambo poster. right away the guy said you want "sexy dvd". HOLY SHIT. In a flash it all came back to me. I never even made the connection that i was IN bangladesh and had forgotten all about the beijing legends of bengladeshi porn. I said very confidently "yes! I do want sexy dvd!" he responded "you want bangladeshi or japanese?". I said "bangladeshi, of course!"Right away on a little TV hanging from the ceiling over the door he started playing one. The legends were real. It was like discovering the sasquatch or the loch ness monster. But discovering them having really nasty dirty sex on video which was filmed by a sleazy bangladeshi with no sense of cinematography or production value what so ever. It was glorious!
It is hard to describe bangladshi porn. It is kind of like of like a 1960's hindi move combined with the aesthetic of "americas funniest home videos". Needless to say I purchased copious amounts for a very moderate price.
I am finding that even after everything I have experienced travelling aaround the world I now firmly believe no matter how much time you spend in a country you cannot fully understand its people or its culture until you experience its amatuer underground pornography.
This little discovery has made all of the struggles and hardships I have endured in bangladesh completely worth it!
Unfortunately I was completely distracted and forgot to buy the rambo poster!