WORLDCOOK'S TRAVELS - DHAKA (Bangladesh) |
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We arrived in
Dhaka, Bangladesh in September 2004. The first weeks were very wet ones, it was the worst
and longest flooding in
many years, which you can see on the pictures. In the months before we
came there was a flooding from the main rivers in Bangladesh, the
Brahmaputra and the Ganges, which left millions of people homeless. | ||
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Only a month after the worst flooding in a century the country was struck by some days of no-stop rain, which the near-medieval sewage system was unable to absorb, resulting in another severe flooding. The water was knee-deep in the streets of Dhaka, the Government declared a National Holiday as the offices could not be reached; in our house, the water came straight from the outside through the wall and resulted in buckets full of water descending the stairs. It went on until mid-October, no matter how often the Dhaka local population assured us that after the 30th of September, the dry season should start. | ||
Apart from all the
water, Bangladesh has another interesting feature: traffic. Bangladesh is
the most densely populated country in the world, many people living on a
small patch of land, and everybody is going somewhere. The roads are
stuffed with buses, cars, baby taxi's,
rickshaws and pedestrians.
The car drivers don't respect the rickshaws and vice versa. Everybody drives with the hand on the horn and uses it at least every two minutes, no matter if there is a reason or not (usually not). So the traffic is incredibly noisy. It takes you an hour to drive 10 kilometers in the city. The pictures are taken on a square in the business center of Dhaka, where traffic goes round in an endless circle, day and night. | ||
Rickshaws
are a striking feature in Dhaka. There are many of them, maybe more than
cars. They can move whenever the cars are stuck and they even will drive
when the town is flooded. They are beautifully decorated. It takes a
little bit of experience to step in and out gracefully, especially if you
are carrying a bag. Bangladeshi people have less trouble and sometimes sit
with a family of four on a bench that was meant for two, leaving the poor
rickshaw-wallah struggling away to keep his vehicle moving. In the
evening the rickshaws don't carry any light, so cars often have to hit
their brakes in the very last moments because the
rickshaw was hardly
visible. Even though in rural area's like
Chittagong
we have seen
rickshaws carrying little oil lamps on the bottom. To say
that that would be a safe solution would be over-optimistic,
however. | ||
On the 21st of February, the Bengali people celebrate Amar Ekushey (in Bangladeshi language this means "Martyr’s Day"). When Pakistan was separated from India in August 1947 (as East and West Pakistan, disconnected by 1,600 kilometers India), the Bengali language, spoken in East Pakistan, the current Bangladesh, was under threat. The Western Pakistani held the political power and decided Urdu should be the national language, even though in East Pakistan the population was far larger. In 1952, Rafiq, Barkat, Jabbar and Salam, were killed, as part of a group unarmed protesting students, and thus became the martyrs, who are remembered on “Bangla Language Martyr’s Day”. In 1999, the UNESCO proclaimed this day as “International Mother Language Day”, as an incentive to preserve all mother languages. Amar Ekushey has become a symbol for Bangla independence as well. The monument of Shahid Minar was erected on the place where the four students were killed. It represents a mother, protecting her children against the red sun. | ||
Biswa Isjtema is a three-day festival, the second-largest congregation of Muslims on the bank of the Turag river. The name stands for something like "World congress". Not everybody participates: serious Muslims have found that this occasion is not mentioned anywhere in the Koran and therefore, they doubt the value. They think that it is just an opportunity to get together and join in meals and useless gossip. Others however enjoy participation (and the meals and gossip), but if the time has come to go home again, they are the first to board the train. | ||
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