Bad Trips Can Make Great Stories

When I first got here, I felt guilty for making the rickshaw guy pull my large North American self around the city for a few pennies. Even now when I ride with other North Americans I feel bad - the rickshaw wallah peddles so slowly with both of us on his cart. Then I see a whole bunch of Bangladeshi's on a single rickshaw. Often 3, occasionally 4 or even 5 people are pulled by the skinny little wallah in front. That makes me laugh! It is so uncomfortable, much less anything resembling safe. These kind people were very excited and happy to let me poke my head out of the CNG and take their picture.