Sprawl, dust and chaos are words that screech to mind wandering through the streets of Dhaka, the Bangladeshi capital with 17-million inhabitants.
Amidst the cacophony of sounds, smells and crowds of hawkers offering everything from blessed amulets to freshly butchered meat still bleeding and buzzing with flies, people (patiently and not so patiently) navigate through the crowds and rickshaws vying for a few inches on the teeming streets.
If you’re brave, you’ll take a rickshaw (bicycle or auto) and delve into the city’s vehicular mania, coughing out soot and screaming alongside the driver as the traffic swirls like a congested typhoon.
In the coming days and week’s I’ll be posting photos from Dhaka and it’s beautifully manic streets. Stay tuned.
One Response to “Dhaka’s Dusty Streets”
Micah, oh the beauty of memories……….. along with your great photos. I feel the brillant walk, the outstanding food…most of all the company that I shall never forget. Yes, Dhaka, you are so very special! Many thankSSS!