At past 2:00 PM, we arrived in the port city of Chittagong. The train depot was abuzz with activity, people loading and unloading, we joined in the mad rush to get out of the platform area and into the station itself. I didn't even have time to enjoy the view. Yes, it took 6 hours long to travel from point A to B.
My husband and BIL left us inside the station to look for rental van. Here, when you rent a car/van, the driver comes with it. You won't believe how much that was deeply appreciated later on.
When the accounts were settled, we set forth for the next leg of the journey to Cox Bazar. It was my understanding that from Chittagong, it was another 2 hours. Yet, it took us 5 hours to go from point B to C. There was traffic jam involved. While the car was maneuvering in and out of traffic jam so it could leave the town and head onto the highway, I was busy shooting.
Typical street scene.
We were stopped a long time at one point, where the traffic completely halted. Nothing else to do but watch what's going on in the streets. I spotted men hard at work, kids too young to work doing backbreaking jobs.
Bricks that do not make the grade for construction are broken down and then made into bricks again.
Yes I know this is child labor. This boy should be in school, but the reality is he is not working for a big corporation making your electronic gadget for 2 cents an hour. The reality is he is helping his family put food on the table. Just to meet the basic needs. Until there is equal distribution of food (wealth comes later) in this world, we will continue to witness scenes like this.
For whatever it's worth, I watched him for a long time. He seemed very happy, joking around with the two older men, and there is genuine happiness in the boy's eyes.
As we were driving out of the jam, I was happy to see some of the activities by the port/water.
Fixing fishing nets
Hygiene is important.
Brother golden hair.
Bridge out of the busy port city.
I was specially thankful that the van we rented came with a driver, because our dark came too soon. We hit every imaginable pothole there was. But my nephew was in such a good mood that he encouraged us all to imagine we were in a park ride whenever we hit a pothole. The trip was more enjoyable then. Not much later, the rain came down heavy. It was dark, raining heavily, and the road was less than rosy. Thank God someone else was driving, someone who knew the way like the back of his hand.
Except for a brief stop for food, we rode for five hours until we reached Cox Bazar in darkness, but could feel and smell the salt sea breeze.
(All images are drive by shots.)
OUR WORLD TUESDAY.