BANGLADESH IN OUR FUTURE
Bandarban, Chittagong Hills, Bangladesh. It's an interesting geopolitical story what I'm doing here, but that will have to wait until next week. This is a very remote region where Bangladesh, India, and Burma come together, and my internet connection is very iffy, so I have to make this quick.
For a backgrounder (up to October 2004) on Bangladesh, see The World's Most Dangerous Cat Fight. Our future is not to be like here. This is the 8th most populous country on earth - over 140 million - squeezed into Iowa. The ubiquity of humanity is overwhelming - and nowhere more so than on the roads.
You can't imagine the insanity of it unless you've experienced it, exclaiming Sweet JC! in earnest supplication a thousand times with each time you are sure you'll be in a mangled death-wreck that somehow never happens. Hordes of people walking; rickshaw bikes pedaled by skinny kids carrying people, furniture, sacks of rice, logs, and bamboo poles 50 feet long; motorscooter rickshaws as numerous as ants; motorbikes, cars, huge trucks, and giant buses - all of them frantically trying to pass anything moving slower.
In the cities, villages, and towns, every street and alley is choked and clogged with traffic, from rickshaw bikes to buses, beyond belief. It is dystopian beyond any city or country in the world.
With one exception. And that exception is what should be - needs to be - in our future.
