Playing in the 'river' Blogger Dougo
These kids obviously have an immune system far superior to mine. I will never forget their smiling faces as they played in the filth of Tongi River
Today we headed off on another adventurous trip into the Bangla unknown. With our trusty Lonely Planet guide book and map (don’t get me started again!), we all piled into the school van and headed off to Tongi River, north of the airport on the outskirts of Dhaka.
Our driver, Bilash, proved to be a god send. The Lonely Planet said the launches for the boats that would take us up river were 100m west of the bridge. They were to the east. Bilash managed to bargain us a boat (we had to pay the price of a full boat coz no boats were running) and ensured the guy understood we wanted to be back by 3pm (2 hours later).
Four hours later we returned, having wound our way through the pollution filled water of outer Dhaka and the rice paddies of outlying villages. Locals had waved us by, little kids smiling and jumping with glee. Massive brick kilns surrounded by thousands of drying bricks. Eagles, hawks and kites soared overhead. Fisherman stood and gazed at the crazy white people with their cameras.
Definitely a different side of a Dhaka.
Trash, rubbish, garbage
Wherever we past a community this is what we saw on the river bank. There simply isn't the infrastructure in place to dispose of all the waste. Imagine if plastic bags were not illegal.
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