We took the train from Dhaka to Chittagong, and actually had a very pleasant trip. Despite sharing many characteristics (thousands of rickshaws, curious residents, busy markets and building facades) Chittagong was clearly not the same city as Dhaka. The level of crowding wasn’t quite so extreme. There weren’t quite so many beggars. The city looked a little more modern and a lot less run down.

Chittagong District is home to the only REAL hills in Bangladesh (they looked impressive at the time, but the ones around Srimangal were really more “mounds” than hills)

Central Chittagong in some dramatic, post-downpour afternoon light
Beyond this, we didn’t actually see to much of Dhaka. We’d been growing tired of being awash in Bangladesh’s sea of humanity, and though we’d enjoyed our time there, were already ready to depart. Thus it was that we spent our last 1.5 days in Bangladesh sitting around our hotel room watching cricket on TV. (We rationalized this by saying that A. It was part of the local culture and B. there wouldn’t be any cricket on TV in southeast Asia, where we were heading next.)
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