Starting in Dhaka, I began my journey to Kolkata. Bangladesh was a place of endless smiles, often surrounding me en mass around my bike, and charming back roads through rice fields.
A daily meal for me: roti and curried vegetables, lentils, or chicken
evening in Dhaka
A common fashion for older men: henna died hair
A typically curious array of faces as I stopped to ask for directions
I started my trip by joining in Dhaka's Critical Mass
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