This is how I roll right now in Dhaka. Driver picks me up in the morning, blazes me across the city to the office dodging countless pedestrians, rickshaws, busses, and mini-taxis, trying to drive as fast as he possibly can while continuously honking his horn.
I swear the whole 20 minute drive is just like these 30 secs of video.
Craziest road shit I have EVER experienced.
Enroute to Dhaka today, I got to kick around Hong Kong’s business district for the afternoon.
I’ll say one thing, they know how to dress in this town.
I pass this beast of a cedar tree every day on my ride to work. Can’t pass him without being in awe every time.
Saddens me to think someone is taking a chainsaw to one of these every day here in BC.
There’s got to be a better way.
My Dad got his first vehicle, a bicycle, at 21 years old. Single speed, he’d ride that thing 100 miles across the rolling English country side to go visit family, or a “lady friend”.
He always scoffed at me and my friends and our plans for the day made 5 minutes out on the phone.
“In my day,” he’d say, “we didn’t have phones, so when you made a plan 2 weeks out to meet your mate on the corner of this street at that time, you were there dammit, unless you were in the hospital”
My new favourite place. Can’t believe I’ve never seen it till now.
Just visited with an ailing Dad, now sitting in the car marveling over the wooden ship he made out of scraps as a child in 1944.
We thought he had thrown it away, but I found it in a box of old memories.
