Some days I just want to fly to Bangladesh and hop on a train as packed as this.
This is me patiently waiting for my “hand-made” snack in one of the busy food stall in Dhaka. (July 15, 2009)
The rickshaw, their national mode of transport.
Rocking it with the locals.
Intricate metal inlays in furniture—Dhaka’s specialty.
Felt like home. Reminded me of Pasig River, especially its smell.
Twins? My sister from a Thai mother.
My much-needed bath at the end of the day.
Yum! The breakky here I will always love!