As we cycled up the grime route we began to listen to the drums. Then we noticed the initial from the college children. A huge selection of them has been flanking the route on either facet. They had been all dressed in neat very simple blue and white cotton uniforms, clutching plastic Bangladeshi flags. The girls’ hair was pulled back tightly from their faces, arranged in plaits or buns with vivid red ribbons. As if on cue from an invisible conductor the children began an naturally very well rehearsed chant ‘You are welcome’, ‘You are welcome’...
