Taxi!

Back to Bangladesh.... And the fairground ride that was Saturday...

With just a day to really see Dhaka, there was only one way to do it - rattling around in a three-wheeled green cage just like this.....

... for two and half hours.

All very exciting to start with.

A driver that seemed to understand Wend's instruction to drive and "do Dhaka":

The challenge of barred photography:

Friendly keyring sellers:

Unexpected glimpses of the countryside:

And some random bits of graffiti:

But then.......the heat...and the noise...and the dust...and the trousers stuck to a plastic seat. An hour and a half in, it was like being stuck on a waltzer. And everything started to blur:

As did the next hour or so - a fug of laughing, singing, straining for a familiar sign and willing the thing to stop.

Such a lovely feeling to finally get back...

...and wobble into the hotel. Still just about smiling. And the driver, just about, too: