Scenes from the Bangladesh cities

Various scenes from the Bangladesh cities outside of Dhaka. Actually I just realized, outside of the mosque photo, you really can't tell that any of these photos were taken in a Bangladesh city. Maybe that's all part of the uniqueness of Bangladesh. Life in the big city isn't too different than the countryside, and people are just as friendly.

From Chittagong, the second largest city.
Old broken rickshaws that were abandoned. Even if they weren't locked up with rusty chains, no one would have gotten very far biking on them.




These guys were so engrossed in their boardgame, they didn't even notice me standing right behind them snapping away.






Bangladesh has it's share of "holy" men as well. This is from one of the most sacred Islam sites in Bangladesh, which name escapes me at the moment. Right outside Sylhet, the 3rd largest city.

Scenes from rural Bangladesh

Some random snaps of village life.



This girl was actually walking alongside my rickshaw. She was an interesting subject to photograph, mainly because of her eyes. Don't see too many Bangladesh people with such light colored eyes.


I watched this boy chase his duck around. A pet? Dinner maybe?




Kids were a little bit more shy of getting their photo taken. Grandpa had to help out some with a firm hand. I had to take the photo after the forced photo posing of course, hah!




So long for now!

Roadside photography

One of my favorite things to do while traveling is to take roadside photographs. No, not the type where you actually stop and get out and take a photo (I do that too), but something closer to taking a photo from a moving vehicle. Usually I just end up wasting film on some random crappy blur, but since I've started using digital, rectifying mistakes is one touch of the delete button away. I'm just thankful that Bangladesh has so many traffic jams and we're moving slow enough to get a good shot so close to the action. That and my driver keeps the windows squeaky clean.

Buses in Bangladesh actually never stop. There isn't any such thing as a "bus stop" just a "bus moving slow enough so you have to do your best Carl Lewis and Jackie Joyner Kersee impression to make it on."


Lots of portraits from bus windows. Everyone likes looking out from the window seat I suppose.




Rickshaws galore. Yes, I still have that photographic infatuation with bikes and rickshaws.




Dried fish seller


Fruits galore- told you they were exotic, can't get apples, oranges, and grapes just anywhere.