In the street, near the Hotel in Dhaka, I found a guy who makes a living from cleaning of shoes. As you can see he applies polishing cream with his fingers.
50 taka for the pair...that's about US$0.70. He did an excellent job, and worked with subtle, confident flourishes. I felt I got good value on the ride from hotel to Dhaka airport...for a while the road ran parallel to a train line...we were overtaken by a train, and I got this view of the front of the diesel loco as it chugged past.
There was a loud BANG in the street below my hotel window...almost immediately a dozen police in riot costume...a crowd gathered and milled around...then it all disbursed... On advice, I am departing this country and will work from Singapore for a while until the unrest abates.
I was in Dhaka for 144 hours...131 of which coincided with the Blockade. I must have a lousy sense of timing! Late night...badminton in the Mall carpark.
Multi-use spaces make a lot of sense in a cramped, congested city. No traffic lights. nor zebra crossings, so...
dash...prop on the island to take snap and watch for a small gap...dash! Stepping out, in the early morning sunshine.
Civil unrest, due to political turmoil, has caused me to be pretty-much confined to the safe haven of my international hotel. From my window I observe that walking is the commonest means of getting around in this part of the city. |
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