Travelling in to Dhaka from the airport at 1 am, the traffic is horrendous. Three or four lanes of vehicles interwoven; hooting, flashing lights, sirens, belching fumes, dust; road works and half-built structures in the gloom beyond the headlights; dense housing, shops, advertising with the distinctive sanskrit letters of the Bangla language. Welcome to Bangladesh. The lane to the hotel is blocked by a truck that is unloading bricks … at one in the morning. We discover the next day why: trucks are banned from Dhaka during the day so have to unload at night. The next day we meet the labourers who carry the bricks into the site; each man has 20 bricks balanced on his head on a board; they use one free hand to help them climb the ladder to the second story.
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