
Dhaka - remarkable capital Bangladesh (part 2)
• Dhaka - capital of Bangladesh amazing (Part 2)

Today I am pleased to invite you to the next walk in this wonderful city!
Life in Bangladesh takes place mainly on the street, because the majority of the population flats are so small that there can only sleep. For example, it is possible to bathe in the street.

In the morning, people wash their hands and brush their teeth. Bangladeshis are very clean.

on the street, you can pray. Mosques still not enough at all.

On the streets of glued newspapers, as we have before.

Shops.

You can have a snack.

No money for a restaurant? You can cook yourself. I throw a handful of sawdust and boil your rice!

The city ride here are street library.

There is an option more.

A local resident.



In the evenings people sit on sidewalks and begin to seek each other's lice. Of course, not everywhere, but in poor areas and slums such a pattern is found everywhere.

How are the poor house? Well, very poor people live on the streets. By the way, the percentage of homeless people in Dhaka, one of the largest in the world among capitals - more than 10% of the population has no permanent housing. Someone living in mud huts. Someone here in these lodges.

Kitchen on the street.

Children.

Living.


People are very funny.

I can not help myself. As soon as I get a spare minute - just run into the slums. There are always people to chat more interesting. You can drink tea and in the dugout, and a delicious lunch. These people have nothing, they earn a maximum of $ 100 per month for a large family, but still on the table ready to put last. Just as we have. Super. And everything is very good. Well, almost all. The main thing to go to these people with an open heart and pocket. Still nowhere to run. Slums go along the tracks for hundreds of meters, there is no output. If you came to this "street", you have to walk it to the end, saving face. The main problem is the children. They are for the most part, patients behave unpredictably. Dost thou go in peace, and then some child begins to throw mud at you, all neigh. Or start to grab and pull you by the clothes. I am a person quite squeamish, but when to you stretches a hand with rotting wounds is not alone. It turns out that there is born in the family of 10-15 children. Up to 5-year-old survives only one-third.

And the main thing is not to fall under the train. But I'm on the second day in the slums get the hand to hide from the train in the dugouts. By the way, I'm here as a child I could not understand how people fall under a train. He's big, noisy, is not so fast that it was impossible to move away from the track. It turns out that to get under the train very easily. For children screaming, the train was not heard in the bustle of slum life. Locals say that often crushes train children or drunks. The composition, crushing the man, do not even stop. People here in the total mass of "unaccounted for." They did not even make out.

City Center.

Butcher.



But the streets of the old town sometimes impossible to move because of the terrible traffic jams.

Traffic create a rickshaw.

And the stopper such that even people sometimes forced to stand.

All are something, vanity, signals, stuffy and terrible heat.

more room on Broad Street, but the plug is still there.

At each intersection directing traffic. He has an umbrella and a stick, which he sends streams.

Another cop.

Sometimes the movement is stopped, since the drivers are starting to shoot me.

Minibuses.

In some streets rickshaws are not allowed. The speed is increased immediately, as thousands of crazy cyclists do not try to squeeze in between the cars.

Then you can transfer to the auto-rickshaw and ride on the Dhaka with a breeze. Rickshaw - it's such a cage on wheels.

Of course, I'm not here just garbage shoot. Here, I went to get acquainted with the main attraction Dhaka - pink palace. Palace Ahsan Manjil, was the residence of the Nawabs of Bengal. Login - a dollar per person. Shoot inside is not given, though there is absolutely nothing to shoot. Plain village museum.

Behind the fence and the local crowd, as if in a zoo, watching the white tourists.

Beautiful palace is surrounded by residential buildings.

And finally, here's the local police.
