

Because we missed our window of opportunity to leave at 5, we ran into all the horrors of Bangladeshi traffic. Surprisingly, the roads are generally in good condition, but they are two-laned, narrow with no shoulders, and overburdened with an array of users including trucks, buses, rickshaws, CNG (gas-powered golf carts), farm equipment and pedestrians.
But worse of all is that while there are traffic rules, they are ignored. While there are traffic police, they generally stay off to the side out of harm's way.
Here's how it works. You are supposed to drive on the left, UK style, but if you really did that you'd plow into rickshaws etc, so everyone drives in the middle of the road as fast as they can and then at the last minute the driver who loses heart first veers sharply to the side, sending rickshaws scattering. Does it sound like a game of Chicken?
There you go. Now, to drive in Bangladesh you also have to do the following: tailgate, have no respect for human life, even children, jam on brakes frequently, and sound your horn as often and for long as possible. The cacophony of horns is so blaring that the warning has lost all meaning. Passengers typically emerge from long voyages with whiplash and raging migraines.
I have just never seen anything like it.


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