Foreign Correspondents Club of Bangladesh

Calling all journalists!

If you’re a foreign correspondent and plan on visiting Bangladesh, please get in touch if you would like to attend a social meeting with the Foreign Correspondents Club in Dhaka.

We usually meet once a month at the International Club (Road 74, Gulshan 2) but we don’t fix dates.  Please send me an email at jess.mudditt@gmail.com or call me on 0167 538 4557.  You can also find us on Facebook if you search for “Foreign Correspondents Club of Bangladesh.”

Alternatively, if you are not a journalist but are seeking coverage of an exciting project or issue in Bangladesh, please email me and I can circulate the information to our members.

Welcome!

Jessica

Comments

zamee

i am a Bangladeshi. university going student(iub), i’ve a great interest about the foreigner, can i be your friend? can u provide more info about ur club? so that i might help u….bye.

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Jessica Mudditt

unfortunately this is a club for foreign journalists… but you could join the british council – i teach classes there once a month and it would be nice to meet you! thanks for reading my blog 🙂

zamee

jess i know ur mobile no but i think m not enough suitable to communicate with u,cuz i cant speak English well. m 20 years old.want to be a friend,or little bro of a foreigner. u might ask me why i have such desire ..yaa its because i want a real foreigner friend..beyond my country..limitless friendship.

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sharifullah

why ur from yar

zamee

its very nice to have a reply from you.THANKS..I know u felt bother(sorry) for my request..i shouldn’t have say that but what will i do???????? its my dream to have a good foreigner friend..

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sharifullah

can i know locstion

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Jessica Mudditt is an Australian freelance journalist whose articles have been published by The Economist, BBC, CNN, Marie Claire, GQ and Australian Geographic.

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