Dhaka has a distinctive aroma. I had expected it to smell like Mumbai or perhaps even Chennai. But it seems that whilst there's quite an overlap, these South Asian mega-cities have their own unique identities after all.
Advertisements for mobile phones and phone networks are everywhere. It wasn't even a decade ago when these advertisements would have been for “cool drinks” like Pepsi and Coca-Cola. But times change.
It's raining. Fly a few thousand miles and it's still raining. Perhaps one of us is like the Rain Man in the 4th HHGTTG book?
The people are smiling. Always a good sign. The traffic slows to a standstill. Time to soak in the noise. Poverty all around. Billboards for Grameen companies everywhere. Wonder what this city looked like 50 years ago?