From
Jessore in southwestern
Bangladesh, we travel 30 kilometers further to Narikelbari. The air-conditioning in the bus is set to only slightly above freezing.
Outside, the traffic consists of unholy chaos.
Huge potholes. Adventurous rickshaw drivers transporting four meter-long tree trunks. A tangle of overflowing buses, with passengers hanging onto the roofs.
Children darting through the labyrinth of vehicles. A cacophony of honks and beeps, guiding a choreography incomprehensible to anyone but the local drivers.