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.
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.