Dhaka to the Indian border, Bangladesh
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It was a cold morning when we left Dhaka. Everyone was wrapped up in scarves and
blankets. Sometimes I wish I could cycle in pants but it's too annoying.
Dhaka by the riverside.
Look at the guy coming up behind Gretchen. His eyes were glued to her open
handlebar bag and I'm pretty sure he was ready to stick his hand in. After I
took the picture I shouted at him and he jumped back with a guilty look.
I'm not sure I could get one box to stay on my head, much less two.
Going over directions with Muntasir.
Here's one thing that I will always remember about Bangladesh: the great crowds
of people that form every time we stop.
One of many squished snakes we saw on the road surface that day.
A man taking his ducks and goats for a little ride.
At the gas/petrol station these are pre-measured oil pitchers so they can pour
it from a big barrel into one and then in the engine. My guess is cat -
tractor - motor bike - scooter.
Waiting in line for the ferry crossing at Mawa. It was a few days before
Christmas and everyone was on the move for the holiday. The buses were lined
up for miles.
A very cold California Girl (Gretchen) on the ferry in Bangladesh Christmas Eve.
On Christmas I got her the best gift a traveling boy can give in this country -
a hot shower.
The passenger ferry preparing to dock on the Padma River.
I didn't see a bit of emergency gear on our car ferry. We were never out of
sight of land but it would have been reassuring to see at least a life
Approaching the Indian border.
If anyone cares to translate, I'm curious to know what bicycle event this is
Cooking on the clay stove with poop sticks.
Bangladesh is low lying and fertile. Rice fields
cover much of the countryside.
Ice cream bicycles make all children happy.