Dhaka is more than just a city; it’s a giant whirlpool that sucks in anything and anyone that comes within its furious grasp. Around and around it sends them, like some wildly spinning fairground ride bursting with energy. Millions of individual pursuits constantly churn together into a frenzy of collective activity – an urban melting pot forever bubbling over.
Dhaka is a city in perpetual motion and the glorious chaos is perhaps best viewed from the back of one of the city’s half-a-million fabulously colourful cycle-rickshaws, which fight for space on the city’s overcrowded streets with taxis, buses, auto-rickshaws and even horse-drawn carriages.
We can’t guarantee you’ll fall for Dhaka’s many charms, but sooner or later you will start to move to its beat and when that happens Dhaka stops being a terrifying ride and starts to become a unique blend of art and intellect, passion and poverty, love and hate.