I spent a couple of weeks working as a rickshaw driver in Chicago one summer between semesters in undergrad. A few sketches from that experience: During the week in Dhaka, the shear number of rickshaws was astonishing, as was the level to which they were decorated and customized. Each had a unique personality, some... Continue Reading →
03/12: Rickshaw Ride
Standing on the side of the road my guide Iqbal stops one rickshaw for a price quote on a destination. As this happens a few other rickshaws queue up behind him. He asks for a few more quotes. They give him gringo prices, inflated foreign rates on account of his pale friend, me. Finally he... Continue Reading →