Cycling the main road from Mymensingh back to Dhaka sounded as much fun as having a root canal without anesthesia.
So we decided to take the bus.
It was a ‘memorable’ (read nerve-wracking) experience. Lane dividers had no meaning. Plus, many chauffeurs either didn’t know the rules of the road or considered them ‘optional’.
To give you an idea of what happens on Bangladeshi highways, watch this.
More on the road impressions: