Dhaka, Bangladesh
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In the thick of things, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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The rickshaw wallah, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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Night view from my hotel, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004

One of the main attraction in Dhaka is simply sitting in the fourth floor hotel room with a view and watching the chaotic traffic unfold below. I’ve never been more entertained in my whole life just gazing at traffic. The visuals are only half the fun. In addition to the visual circus, there are sounds and smells to rival. Take the nonstop honking of every vehicle, people pounding on the sides of buses so they can enter, the hawkers yelling for a desperate sale, the construction site next door (and next door to that), and the cries of every other brave sole trying to survive their commute home. Yes, I can positively say without any doubt that Dhaka is by far the most chaotic and wonderfully insane place I have ever been. I can whole-heartedly recommend it as an adventure travel destination just as it was recommended to me by my friend Kashio from Japan.


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Rickshaw wallah, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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The local way to commute, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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Oversize load, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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Mad buses, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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Famous rickshaw art, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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After rain, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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Night view from my hotel, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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No need for television, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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Rush hour, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004

In public, Dhaka was an extremely male-centric society. See if you can spot the few hidden women in the photo above. In addition, other than the embassy area, I never saw one foreigner; not one. During an afternoon walk, I thought I saw the blonde hair of a foreigner walking through the crowd. Desperate for a chat I approached the person and called out. When the person turned around I was surprised to find a local transvestite with bleached hair instead of a foreigner.


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Night view from my hotel, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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Wet streets after rain, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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Night view from my hotel, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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Rush hour, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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Nothing bizarre about a rush hour stage coach , Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


Motto ride with honking, Old Dhaka


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View kitty-corner my hotel, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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People traffic, Dhaka, Bangladesh — June 2004


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