Who Doesn't Love a Bideshi?

Lets go for a walk.  Seemed like an innocent enough idea.  As we made our way across a field of tiny onions we were approached by a 12 year old girl and her two young siblings.  "I am Misthi" she proclaimed, followed by "I am Rufti" and "I am Mulani" as she pointed to her brother and sister.  They deftly began to guide our walk towards their village, prompting us to sing and dance with them along the way.  We entered a maze of chicken coups, cow troughs, and animal families (nursing goats, tiny puppies).  Our guide scurried away and returned with two plastic red chairs which she placed in a clearing between two houses.  She gestured for us to sit and promptly we were surrounded by a herd of children.  Some more dancing ensued as each child tried to be at the center of our picture/video taking.  We attempted to make an escape but the children had other ideas.  It was time for us to visit the adults who were working in the field.  We were less guided but more pushed/prodded by the hoarde of children now in charge of our fate.  We paid a quick visit to "Auntie, Uncle, and Abba" and then decided to return to the boat.  We had plenty of company for our walk back and finally parted ways when we reached the boat entrance.

Making foreigners sing is apparently a national tradition.  On our visit to "Coney Island" the requests came frequently and we ultimately relented.  We gave them a version of the "Star Spangled Banner" that would have made Roseanne Bar proud.  We don't think we will be getting a call from Bangladesh Idol.