My third day in Dhaka, a Thursday, was originally to be the one where I would travel outside of the city to see Sonargaon. I had planned to go on that day and researched the bus routes, but as it turns out, those sites are closed on Thursdays (not that this information was available anywhere online that I found). So I moved my planned trip to Friday and decided to spend Thursday visiting various museums on foot. The thing is, they were also closed on Thursdays, a fact that was also not communicated online or anywhere outside of the signs on the museum doors. So I didn’t see any museums in Dhaka, but I did enjoy walking to them. Being flexible and easy going manages to keep me pretty content while travelling. (If only I could import more of that easy going nature into my non-travel life.)
The excitement of the city streets that I experienced on my first day was still there, so I was happy to be out and about. I felt free and happy as I walked from my hotel according to the route I had chosen. I bought some sweet lentil ball snacks from a little bakery and tea from a tea stall and had a little snack in the shade under the trees.
I walked first towards the Bangladeshi parliament building, Jatiya Sangsad Bhaban, designed by Louis Khan and built between 1961 and 1982. I knew I wouldn’t be able to enter the grounds, but I wanted to get a closer look from the gate. It is this super modern, quasi brutalist structure that seems totally out of keeping with anything one would imagine about Bangladesh. It looks like it should be in a Soviet country.
I walked around it, taking shelter under some thickly leafed trees (along with everyone else) during a short but powerful downpour. I then crossed the street and walked through a park where locals were strolling and relaxing under the trees or diving off the bridge into the small river below.
I walked to the various museums that I would not be able to visit.
Foiled, I walked to the New Market and wandered around there for a while, which was pleasant. I walked across an overpass where I got a terrific view of the exhilarating chaos of the market area outside the market.
I saw some new things, including horses pulling carriages covered in mirrors and jewels. I assumed they were for weddings or something ceremonial, but I found out that they are part of the regular public transportation system. Like you can take a bus, a taxi, a tuk tuk, a rickshaw, or a jeweled carriage. Like Cinderella. I tried to take pictures, but couldn’t get any good ones.
One is rewarded for walking in Dhaka; rewarded with little things that might be missed if on your phone in a rickshaw or whizzing by in a vehicle. I saw a monument that was basically a giant machine gun, endless portraits of, Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, the country’s first prime minister (for less than a year, as he was assassinated in a coup in 1975), a monument to rickshaw pullers, kids playing cricket, cute cafés, and some sort of … Siamese twin dog? I’m still not sure about that last one. I saw a dog – or two dogs – but they were definitely physically connected at the hips and had suffered some serious physically trauma to their back(s). It was really weird and disturbing, but I like weird, and I wouldn’t have seen these things if I wasn’t wandering aimlessly.
All of this walking (and it was a lot, like over 20 km that day), took up most of the day. I walked back to Ambrosia guest house where I was staying and had a cigar in the garden before heading out for dinner in the area at a restaurant that was upstairs. I forget the name, but it had leafy patios going up and up, like a tree house. There evening air was so pleasant after the heat of the day.
I slept soundly with plans for my actual visit to Sonargaon, transpiring in the morning.
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