Riding down the streets of Salt Lake City in a cycle rickshaw! We were told that this once common mode of transport is on its way out, replaced by an electric version called a 'toto'. Probably for the best since this seems like a lot of hard work for very little money.
Oh, this picture was taken by me a year ago while my shortest visit to Chennai.
As modes of transport are evolving, no one would ride on a cycle rickshaw; when there's an option from Uber or Ola.
Don't you think folks, in coming years, it would be so tough for those fellows (cycle-rickshaw riders) to get into any other occupation, the one who work their fingers to the bone, whose daily income is based on this machine?? #justathought
It’s amazing to see how much people relate to emotions.. on a morning while I was on a cycle rickshaw, I could not help taking this video. It says so much without saying anything. The wheels of life are notorious and it’s only our resilience that will sail us through
When we see happy faces, little do we know their struggles and the pain, behind their smiles. To every milestone we cross... to every mountain we climb....to every crisis we overcome.... to every moment we live ... ____________________________
Cycle Rickshaws. Back then, I accompany my grandfather to his usual lim-teh session almost every other day and we took the cycle rickhaws to the kopitiam. In Malacca, these days it’s hard to see them being use for non-tourist as most cycle rickshaws here are tourist driven, beautifully decorated (think Hello Kitty, Minion) and some even come with fully equipped PA system (which I find annoying lol). #melaka
I rode on this 55 year old man's cycle rickshaw in Guwahati, Assam. It was an overcast evening and the first time I had been on a cycle rickshaw in over a decade. The entire ride, I never felt comfortable and was not peace with myself that I was making a man pretty much the same age as my dad pedal for over 4 kilometres. Towards the end of the ride I started talking to him and asked him how long he had been in the business and he said(translated from Hindi) "3 years" I asked him what he was doing prior to this and he said "I used to beg near the Kamakhya temple area, a lot of tourists used to visit there and they were usually generous"
Me: Why did you start cycling?
He said, "I never felt comfortable eating food with the money I got without working for it, without earning it. One day a foreign-looking man came to me and simply gave me 10000 rupees. I didn't know what to do and felt guilty. So I settled a few loans with my savings and used the rest to buy a cycle rickshaw. I'm now happy that I EARN my money. The push he gave me meant a lot and changed my life. I'll be forever indebted to him." He told me later that he helps rehabilitate former beggars in his free time.
TRAVEL TIPS: lost? Look for the chicken or angry bird hat! Perfect to find each others in the middle of the different gigantic market of Dhaka!
People in Bangladesh are friendly and curious. They run after you to take selfie. Maybe I should start charging... 🤔
Dhaka is like most Indian city I visited: it is crowded, noisy, smelly and quite tiring to go around. It is however not as crazy as India. There is almost no touts. Beggars are as usual coming to you and pitching you to get your attention yet, it is not as bad as I had expected.
As it was Friday, mosques were full: People had to pray on the side of the road.
Interesting place which reminds us how fortunate we are.
- lalbagh kella
- dhakeshwari mandir
- ahsan manzil (closed when we went)
- markets at elephant road