Bangladesh

Dhaka

: Dhaka, Bangladesh, is known as the “Rickshaw Capital of the World.” Approximately 400,000 of these cycle rickshaws operate on the streets of the capital daily.

: As I walk south towards the center of the city from the relatively upscale Banani district in the north, a couple more drivers pull up and offer me their services.

: As much as all these guys wanted to give me a several-mile ride down to Old Dhaka to earn themselves some US dollars, it seemed to me like it’d have been a tedious journey so I ended up taking the auto rickshaw shown in the background of the photo here

: View of the driver from inside the dog cage of an auto rickshaw as we made our way south to the Old Dhaka neighborhood.

: Arrival to Old Dhaka along the Buriganga River

: The Buriganga

: A close-up of the water taxi driver in the center of the photo previous

: Loading some shit up for transport

: The captain of our water taxi

: Two local dudes who agreed to show me and my Canadian buddy, Nabeel, the area around the Buriganga

: Morning swim in the black-as-ink Buriganga. Unlike these fellas here, I’d probably opt to put a condom on and a butt plug in before taking a dip.

: Bullship!

: Bigguns

: Devout Muslim folk hitchin’ a ride

: A fancy boy with a perfect hairdo relaxing during his transport

: Shot of the shoreline

: Shittily fuzzy picture of children on the trash-strewn shore of the Buriganga near a local market

: Local market

: One of my favorite things about Bangladesh was the wide array of colorful saris worn by the women

: Dudes selling fish

: Close-up of his fly-covered product

: Woman selling cauliflower

: A grammar school right near the market

: Kids cuttin’ class

: Photo taken from the doorway of a classroom. Once all the kids saw the rarity of a white man walking by, there was nothing the teacher could do to keep their attention.

: Shot through the classroom window

: Whaaaaasssssuuuuup!?

: More students who were more interested in my skin color than the teacher’s lesson

: Bros

: After the school, we wandered over to some tin-shack slum which might’ve been the “farthest-from-home” thing I’ve ever experienced.

: Inside one of the shacks I walked by

: My bearded bro Nabeel on the right alongside our guide who needed to stop off for a quick joint before continuing the tour

: View outward from inside the weed shack

: Back out the weed shack and continuing our walk through the slum…

: Man preparing a meal in his home

: A blind man who I didn’t know was blind at the time I first saw him. After I pointed and laughed at his posture, assuming he, like my guide, was just another lazy Bangladeshi high on weed, I was informed of his disability which made me feel so guilty that I ended up giving their family a handful of money and wishing them the best.

: Da barber shop

: Whereas some people get their beards shaved indoors by barbers in “YouTube” shirts…

: …others get lined up out on the street.

: Close-up of the outdoor beard-shaving

: Muslim man with a Henna beard. When a beard is dyed with henna, this may indicate a recent return from Hajj, the sacred pilgrimage to the Muslim holy land.

: From the slum, we could see the bow of a boat from a nearby shipyard and decided to wander over there.

: The shipyard

: Reparations

: Dudes doin’ work

: This guy’s amazing. A basketful of bricks barefootedly transported across a plank with the grace of a ballerina.

: Taking one last puff before ditching his cigarette

: No fuckin’ problem

: Keeping on his way before I stopped him for a picture and…

: …got this close-up.

: Dude scraping some shit off the hull

: Dudes in hilarious glasses pimpin’ their ship with a fresh-ass paint job.

: Another shipyard scene

: Another fresh PJ

: Plank we walked up to explore one of the ships that’d been under construction

: Climbing this plank wasn’t the easiest thing to do, especially for this guy who was high as fuck

: View of the shipyard from the top

: Same vantage point, different part of the yard

: Teachin’ some locals how to throw down a “SUCK IT!”

: Another henna beard bro

: Poster on a wall depicting a guy’s face that someone felt would look more distinguished with a henna beard

: Dudes in “longyi” which is the skirt-like bottoms they wear

: As we wandered further along, we came across an area with a lot of garment workshops

: Child laborer making back pockets for jeans

: Close-up of the back pocket jean machine from the picture previous

: Dude manually transporting an assload of jeans

: Dude lounging on a massive pile of jeans

: I have no idea what these kids were building/painting

: Parts of Dhaka can be crowded as fuck and as a white dude, I stuck out like a boner in sweatpants.

: People would seriously drop whatever they were doing to run up and crowd around me. Very few people spoke English so once they crowded around, they’d just stare at the white man in awe.

: Dhaka street scene

: The look on this guy’s face says “Buy a banana or I’ll motherfuckin’ kill you!”

: A little bit further down the same street…

: …I tried to teach some more locals how to “SUCK IT!” They’ll get the hang of it…eventually…

: Fruit pyramids

: Probably one of the biggest groups that stopped and crowded around me during my three weeks in Bangladesh.

: Bros chillin’ out

: Nothin’ gay about two bros hangin’ out, holdin’ hands…

: Rickshaws on rickshaws

: Aye aye, captain!

: Dude attempting a “SUCK IT!” Try a few inches to the left, buddy, god damn!

: I’d been checking out this pile of water taxis on the river when…

: …more people decided to stop and stare.

: Something about this guy’s eyes and cheekbones gave me a real Charles Manson vibe

: Time to head back to the north side of the Buriganga.

: Byebye south side

: Lotta laundry

: Some sort of waste being transported. Don’t think it would’ve made the slightest difference if they just dropped it in that filthy-ass water right there.

: As we approached this underpass…

: …I noticed all the makeshift homes lined up at the bottom there. Crazy way to live

: Man smoking a cig and taking care of his laundry from a boat while…

: …most others bathed and did their’s from the shoreline.

: Boatload of Bangladeshis

: Finally approaching the shores of Old Dhaka once again. Check out the rickshaw graveyard up in the background there.

: One last action shot from the water

: Heading towards Ahsan Manzil, the pink structure there in the background

: Couple rickshaw bros lookin’ for work

: Street bum lookin’ for handouts

: Side view of Ahsan Manzil. Built from 1859-1872, Ahsan Manzil was the official residential palace and seat of the Dhaka Nawab Family and, to preserve the cultural history of the area, became a museum in September 1992.

: Photos on the wall inside the museum.

: “FUCK” has gotta be the most commonly spray-painted word around the world. Here it is making an appearance on the wall at Ahsan Manzil.

: Dudes walking down the front staircase of Ahsan Manzil…

: …and there she blows from a distance.

: Me giving my rickshaw driver a rest

: Crest above the door at a Hindu shrine

: Same as the photo previous

: Poster on an external wall

: My buddy Nabeel in the hat playing Carrom with some local dudes in the street

: Local artisans doing their thing

: Kids playing “football” in a backstreet

: Nabeel trying his hand at cricket with some local kids

: Lawyers in suits next to a pile of rocks handing out flyers describing their services – services which seemed quite diverse, I must say. One of the self-proclaimed lawyers had even asked me if I wanted any heroin.

: Even more ridiculous than the outdoor barber depicted earlier in the gallery is this outdoor dentist.

: Not too far away from the “dentist office” had been these dudes barehandedly tearing apart chickens.

: A close-up of the outdoor dentist doing his thing in the not-so-sterile, chicken-feather-infested environment.

: Local dude swag

: This kid ran down the block after me asking to have his picture taken and when I finally agreed, this is the unenthusiastic pose he gave me.

: Check out coconut boy

: Banana b’otch

: A nice mural which I’d been trying to take a picture of that the guy shown wanted so badly to be part of. He got his wish…kind of…

: “Would you like to learn playing guitar? We are offerint you easy guitar playing course. Don’t get late and contract with Shrishty Shilpaloy.”

: Hindu gathering I stumbled upon. 8% of the Bangladeshi population is Hindu.

: Bangladeshi Charles Manson 2.0

: Taara Masjid or Star Mosque as it’s known

: Hijab ho

: Dude praying inside Star Mosque

: Dude with a pillow head at the mosque

: Canopied street alongside Star Mosque

: Advertisement for “Bangladeshi Idol” in Dhaka’s newspaper – “The Daily Star”

: On the streets of Dhaka – Possible contestant for Bangladeshi Idol?

: On the right side of this typically brutal Dhaka traffic jam is a mosque known as Baitul Mukarram.

: Completed in 1968, Baitul Mukarram is the national mosque of Bangladesh.

: Inside the mosque. Here’s the footwashing room where you’re supposed to clean up your act before entering

: View of all the prayer mats and ceiling fans from the second floor of the mosque.

: Courtyard

: The other side of Baitul Mukarram. 89% of Bangladesh’s population is Muslim

: Two dudes we met at the mosque. The guy on the right was cool but the little guy was an asshole who demanded cash from us for our visit.

: Tryin’ to throw down some 2pac “West Sidddddde” shit with Nabeel ‘n’ the cooler of the two Muslim dudes but I neglected to tuck my thumb n it just looks ridiculous. I’m such a fuckin’ noob

: Ugly Xmas sweater just outside the mosque

: While some folks ride shitty old double-deckers around…

: …others travel through Dhaka on broken down public buses such as this one.

: This photo was taken out the window of the type of bus shown in the picture previous during a traffic jam.

: Communist Party of Bangladesh gettin’ they march on ‘n’ shit

: Curzon Hall – part of the school of science at the University of Dhaka complete with a random pile of trash in front of the otherwise immaculately well-kempt grounds.

: Un flor

: Muchos flores

: After visiting the University of Dhaka, we began walking down the street and all these people here who’d been stuck in one of the capital’s typically horrendous traffic jams began staring and shouting things at my cracker ass as I strolled by.

: Also in this traffic jam, a set of outrageously huge metallic pipes strapped to a bicycle rickshaw.

: Dhakeshwari Temple

: Hitler gate at Dhakeshwari Temple

: Similarily, a man glancing over at his box of “Swastika Fruits”

: A Dhaka firehouse equipped with a throwback truck ‘n’ engine

: The trendy Gulshan district of Dhaka

: While walking through Gulshan, I came across these words spray-painted on a wall: “It’s simple to be happy but difficult to be simple.”

: “In a society that has destroyed adventure, the only adventure left is to destroy that society.”

: Less meaningful graffiti – stencils of Mr. Bean, Mona Lisa, Borat and others

: “If you repeat a lie often, it becomes politics”

: “I write because nobody listens” then another tagger comments “I heard you”

: Check out this shaggin’ wagon. Fuckin’ Partridge Family bus wannabe

: Bangladeshi taka. 1USD=~78BDT

: Dhaka in art

: Painting of rural Bangladesh

: Hustlers trying to sell a magic powder that helps grow monster vegetables like the ones on the cart

: Another dude balancing a stack of bricks atop his noggin. Wheelbarrows are 4 pussies!

: Dudes in Bangladesh are always just pissing in the street but for some reason, this is the go-to position of doing so. They think squatting is a more discreet and polite way of urinating in public.

: Of all the people pissing in public (and there were MANY) this is the only guy I witnessed doing it standing up.

: Cigarette vendor in Banani

: A camel farm I stumbled across while walking through the streets of Dhaka.

: Street mural

: Green boyz

: Statues of a cricket team in Banani

: A mosque in Old Dhaka – possibly one of the coolest structures I’ve come across while traveling

: Lalbagh Fort

: Dudes who supposedly aren’t gay are always holding hands in Muslim countries. Too bad homosexuality isn’t allowed in Islam, ‘cus these guys’d make a cute couple.

: Frighteningly deformed dude begging for donations in the Banani District of Dhaka.

: Poor son of a bitch in the Mohakhali neighborhood of Dhaka

: Beggar family

: Old beardo

: Rickshaw wallah posin’ for a picture. Just above the seat there, you can see some of the art that nearly all Bangladeshi rickshaws are adorned with

: Although it’s not obvious in many of the pictures, almost all the rickshaws are decorated with some sort of art. Here are a few examples we found at shops that specialize in rickshaw art…

: Rickshaw art Mosque

: Middle finger?

Rajshahi

: It was relieving to finally get out of dusty, polluted Dhaka and see some green fields for a change

: Dude I saw plowing a field on the way out to Rajshahi

: Painting on a wall along the railroad tracks

: Smokestack Heaven

: Some dude who was laying in the aisle on the train decided to take a nap on my legs.

: Rajshahi is a city in western Bangladesh on the border of India

: Quite a few of the buildings in this town appeared to be totally fucked up

: Dudes workin’ to put the fucked up buildings back together

: Bros butchering some meat and piling it up on the dirty ground

: A close-up of the mustache man showing off his work

: Ever wonder where your furniture was made?

: Man showing off a dresser he built

: Dude putting the finishing touches on some sort of armoire