Last night, we stopped in Jamalganj, where I helped install one of our compaction meters in February. Back then, the river was probably 15 feet lower. A large group came ashore with Humayun and myself to see the site. It is my third time in this now familiar town. Waiting for Aziz, the caretaker, we attracted a large crowd. Walking to the site as darkness fell (and pretty quickly in the tropics), we discovered Aziz had brought a crescent wrench rather than a pipe wrench. With typical Bangladeshi ingenuity, glancing blows with a hammer loosened the cap on the pipe and we were able to retrieve the piezometers and their water level data. We then visited the former jail cell with its massive iron bars where the GPS receiver is and Humayun downloaded that data. Shaheen, Aziz’s son was away in Dhaka, but we retrieved the laptop with the compaction data and copied it, too. The biggest change in the site is that instead of mud everywhere, the site was now covered in green. A small bright spot of success in the trip.