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Bangladesh is a country in South Asia, surrounded along its entire perimeter by India, with the exception of small areas.

“Bangladeshi people just don’t give a fuck. Their number is equal to the population of Russia, now open the map and look at the area of Bangladesh. I have no idea how they all fit there. Relocating part of the population of Bangladesh, for example, to Yakutia, did not find understanding among the locals, since they do not know what Yakutia is. This saved them."

Photos and text by Peter Lovygin

The register of foreigners at the airport for February 8 showed the arrival of only 34 people. Therefore, Bangladeshis can create a crowd in 10 seconds when a foreigner appears. I timed it. We are a marvelous wonder here. You just have to stop in the middle of the street.

Bangladesh is feminine. And he doesn't bow down. That's why after 8 pm there are only men on the street. Because it’s haram, Islam, Sharia, that’s all.

It doesn't matter with foreign languages. Therefore, having mounted a rickshaw, the first thing he will do is get to a person who knows English, who will understand the right direction and explain it to him. The crowd, as you remember, will gather around this action in 10 seconds. Everyone here is wondering where you went, what’s your name, where are you from and why did you suddenly end up in Bangladesh?

I advise those wishing to visit Bangladesh to get a T-shirt with the basic answers to the quests of the aborigines. You need to write on it "I'm from Russia"(by the way, that’s how they pronounce it) "My name is..." , "I'm fine" , "My job is..." This is the order in which every (!) Bangladeshi will ask you questions. And, as you remember, they are fucked. After the fourth question, their vocabulary runs out. All that remains are their smiles and awkward silence.

Road traffic is many times worse than in India. Well, because they don’t give a damn, and everyone decided to go somewhere. They travel continuously, at any time of the day. Therefore there is no clean air. They continuously honk their horns, push and collide with each other so that I once, unable to stay in the cart, flew out of it forward. The Bangladeshis smiled sympathetically and asked “Wea yu from?” Damn, I'm from a rickshaw!

Bangladesh is very cheap. And everything around is in Bengali. All. There are a lot of mosquitoes and a beautiful security girl at Dhaka airport. I would make eyes at her, but you never know what’s out there: haram, sharia, hijab, nikah... So we just looked at each other carefully until people from prepaid taxi came with the news that the trip to the city center would cost 17 dollars. You can spend about the same amount for the remaining 4 days of your stay in the country.

A “double room” at the Al-Razbak International Hotel costs $8 without bargaining. Well, I just can't afford to haggle for $8. The motto of the hotel is “Cleanliness is part of our faith!” After looking at the number, I came to the conclusion that the guys are not very religious. The man at the reception, taking a break from praying and watching cricket at the same time, took a photo of Nikita and me on a soap box to register guests. Moreover, he decided not to spend a frame on each, but took a photograph together. More than anything else in the world, I now dream of seeing this photograph.

A certain Joel in a loincloth runs after me along the entire coast of Burhi Ganga shouting “Mr. Pitard! Mister Pitard! Mr. Pitard doesn’t give a damn: he’s buried himself in the most beautiful painted rickshaw carts, heaps of garbage and mountains of tangerines... “Mr. Pitard! I'll show you South Dhaka! I’m like a guide!” - and we sailed on a boat to the other side.

You go ashore and are swept away by a crowd of children. There are so many of them that Joel can barely contain their pressure.

In this photo you can see a Bangladeshi child taking my ring off. Joel takes us around his domain. His friend, the owner of a hardware store, after “Vea u from?” suddenly, out of the blue, he said: “Is it true that you have passed a law according to which Muslims do not have to undergo circumcision?” and began to show this news in the latest press, for some reason pointing to photographs of the war in Syria: this is how the Muslims of Russia reacted to this!

Joel showed everything: the ships standing at the shipyard, forced me to climb to the very top of one of them, then reluctantly climb down from there, again took me to school, where when I left, I took one boy with me under my arm, so that I could later sell it in North Dhaka.

Joel sailed back with us, asking for 250 rubles and a bottle of Coca-Cola for his services. His annual budget was completed in a few hours, but I was lying in the “double room” of the Al-Razbak hotel, exhausted. Everyone was happy.

Pandemonium on the North Dhaka waterfront. Of course: apples are sold at retail! From auction! The vendor on the truck picks one up and the crowd shouts their price. It’s as if there were some kind of rejuvenating apples, and now hundreds of Bangladeshis are already handing their bills to the seller. By the way, their money is very funny: compact, colorful candy wrappers. It seems that the Central Bank of Bangladesh plundered the Monopoly game yesterday.

In the morning we moved to the north of the country - to Rajshahi city. Bangladesh, to be honest, is deprived of attractions, and where exactly to go from Dhaka does not really matter. Before the bus station, the rickshaw driver showed 40 on his fingers, and at the destination he began to ask for 400. He refused to understand English. His salvation was that the passengers were locked with a latch, and he was separated from them by a grate. I tore and threw, walked like an angry lion around this cage, and from the outside it probably looked like Baba Yaga’s hut swaying and shaking, when someone desperately beats Baba Yaga in it. Admittedly, he bore my anger stoically, only occasionally jerking his head back when I struck the bars. When they agreed on half the price, I still really wanted to turn his jalopy on its side as a farewell.

Damn, it's not about the money! And basically, that they are trying to deceive you. By the way, he eventually mastered English. He used the words “fo andred, three andred” quite confidently.

Ah, the Bangladeshi province! Where native women run around without a bra, and past your window on a bus someone’s legs suddenly start to drop from its roof. Where the old buffalo driver whispers to them, as in “Mowgli,” that “you and I are of the same blood...”, and a privileged hotel for Bangladeshi businessmen costs something like $10 per room. Where on the remains of an ancient temple you can buy stickers of the Pakistani cricket team and calendars with Osama bin Laden, and rice fields divide the surface of the earth so that the fabulous Bangladeshi giants can play sea battle on them...

Each people of the world has its own characteristics, which are absolutely normal and ordinary for them, but if a person of another nationality falls into their midst, he may be very surprised by the habits and traditions of the inhabitants of this country, because they will not coincide with his own ideas about life. We invite you to find out 10 national habits and characteristics of Bangladeshis that may seem surprising and a little strange to Russian people.

Their language lacks the letter "z"

In Bengali - the Bengali language - there is no letter “z” and, accordingly, such a sound, so many words in English in the pronunciation of the people of Bangladesh sound very unusual for Europeans. For example, they will pronounce “zero” in English as “jiro”, and the popular Arabic (most Bangladeshis are Muslims) name Zaid here automatically turns into Jaid.

They have no rules on the roads

There are no rules on the roads here. At all. None. The main tool for regulating traffic is the sound signal. Everyone honks, everywhere and always. Therefore, in Bangladesh it is highly not recommended to rent a car for travel; it is better to rent a car with a driver.

They don't walk

Another feature of local transport is rickshaws. It is because of them that the average speed of movement in the city does not exceed 30 km/h, and on small streets it generally drops to 10 km/h. Everyone uses rickshaws without exception. In general, seeing a Bangladeshi on foot is very rare. Even if you need to go 500 meters to the store for groceries, a Bangladeshi will take a rickshaw.

They can fall into the sewer

There is no point in writing about the dirt in Dhaka, but if you still don’t want to litter, you will have to wait until you get to the hotel - there are no garbage bins in the city. Not a single one.

In addition, there is no central sewerage system or treatment facilities that we are used to - the entire sewer system consists of concrete gutters laid under the sidewalks. Human waste directly flows into lakes or rivers, and then into the Bay of Bengal. Moreover, pedestrians have to be very careful when moving along the sidewalks - they often have holes in them for cleaning, into which, unknowingly, one can easily fall.

They start bus fights

Buses in Bangladesh are mastodons, fossilized units that, it seems, flock here from all over Asia, and only after major accidents. It is difficult to find even a relatively complete one - most of them have been painted at least a dozen times, so the paint flakes off in pieces and bits at least a thousand times. You can often watch a battle between buses, when near a stop one does not allow the other to pass and they begin to deliberately “butt” and push each other, making room for themselves.

They watch cricket all over the country

Cricket is definitely the most important game for any Bangladeshi. The whole country supports their team, and if there is a match, everyone will watch it - in cafes, in the office, in shops. Each point won will be accompanied by shouts of approval.

And this is not just a spectacle - every self-respecting Bangladeshi plays cricket himself. Those who have money go to special sites, those who don’t have it, right in their yards and on the roads. In cities, open areas are specially organized for this purpose, where everyone can play their favorite game. Finding free space on them, especially on weekends, is a big problem.

They don't have alcohol, but they do have betel nut

Like many other Muslim countries (although this is not officially stated), alcohol is not sold here. If you try, you can find him, but to do this you will have to turn to local acquaintances. Alcohol is also available in duty free at the airport and in large hotels, but the prices are unlikely to please tourists. So, if necessary, it is better to take it with you. However, there are no problems with cigarettes, which are sold on every corner, and with betel, which can also be bought almost everywhere.

Their women work hard jobs

Due to the extremely low standard of living in Bangladesh, women have to work equally with men (road work, earthworks, residential construction). Often, at the beginning and end of the working day, whole groups of women (usually from the provinces) are visible on the streets, going somewhere with their tools: a hoe and a small basin.

They ride on rooftops

Bangladesh is one of the most populous countries in the world. Imagine: in a territory that is 116 times smaller than Russia, approximately the same number of people live!

Therefore, one of the characteristic features of transportation here is accommodation on the roof - be it a train or a bus. Especially during major holidays when all the workers go home to villages from Dhaka by train. At this time, transport is literally invisible behind the people.

However, at the end of the working day, all the roofs of the buses are filled with “hares”. The reason for this is the extremely low standard of living and the reluctance, and often the inability, to pay for travel. On holidays, the “hares” are joined by those who simply do not fit inside the transport.

They live on the water

When you land in Dhaka, it seems that there is one large lake below and instead of landing gear, the plane will now release floats, like an amphibian. Indeed, at Dhaka International Airport only the landing strip is not in water, and everything where there is no concrete is covered with it. Because of this, there are quite a lot of mosquitoes here in winter (the most favorable climatic conditions for tourism). Of course, in Bangladesh there is not water everywhere, and most houses are on land, but since the entire country is located at ocean level, the groundwater is very high, and there is too much rain during the season. It is because of this that any depression almost immediately turns into a puddle or pond. By the way, scientists around the world have agreed that Bangladesh is facing almost complete extinction (more precisely, flooding) even with the slightest climate warming and rising sea levels.

She pulls her hand into the darkness of her home, because every dollar here is worth its weight in gold. In the small rooms, the walls are hung with posters of pop stars, Mecca, Sai Baba, drying laundry and a photograph of the actress Kajol, who has a pair of front teeth shaded with a black felt-tip pen. All this creates at least some concept of comfort. And the beautiful Kajol in this form looks a little more like the local inhabitants. Inhabitants of Dautlatdia - the largest brothel in Bangladesh. I’ve never been here, but I’ve walked in similar epicenters of both Calcutta and Mumbai, and I know what I’m talking about.

Trucks carrying goods for the capital Dhaka wait in line for days. And this gigantic traffic jam stretched to Dautlatdia, the place where the river crossing takes place. Truckers have nothing to do in line - that’s how this area was formed. Then he gained such fame that lovers of prostitutes from the capital began to come here specially. Just two hours by train.

This “state” within a state is owned by pimps and brothel owners. Gangsters get their cut for protection.

Toilet on the bank of the Padma River.

In the resulting roadside slums, each of the 2,000 shacks has a prostitute. The garbage on the streets hints at the status of the area. The contingent is appropriate. Women in saris, sweating thin dark men in alcoholic T-shirts.

About 1,000 men a day are served here. The cost of a prostitute is from 2 to 4 dollars per hour. In a country where 60 million live on less than $1 a day, prostitution becomes an economic necessity.

The hierarchy of Dautlatdia is simple: at the very bottom are the “chukri”. Young girls who were sold to brothel owners as sex slaves.

Above is Madame. They own chukris and sex shacks.
Sold for pennies by their parents, the girls end up in sex slavery, serving 15-20 clients a day for food and water. Beatings are common here. Failure to do so may result in torture, gang rape and food deprivation.

Underage girls are bought more willingly by clients; all the proceeds from them go to the pimps. In order to attract clients in brothels, girls are fattened with the help of the steroid “Oradexon”, which is used to increase the weight of livestock (cows) on farms.

Having worked off the amount spent by Madame, which her parents received for the girl (about $5,000), the girls can become independent prostitutes. This is usually achieved by the age of 18, that is, when prostitution can be practiced legally.

Independent prostitutes are called bharati. Most of the money earned per day is spent on paying room rent. Prostitutes, as a rule, have "husbands" and support them, exchanging their money for protection. These "husbands" are called "babu".

He may promise to marry, but in reality all they want from the prostitute is her money. And everyone knows about these deceptions, and yet all the girls take risks, because everyone wants to have a “happy life.”

But having received freedom, the girl still will not get rid of her reputation. That's why prostitution is taboo in Bangladesh. Something heavily stigmatized.

Even though Bangladesh is an Islamic country. The concept of defilement came from Hinduism, and began to apply to all girls, no matter what religion in this country they belonged to.
Prostitutes, their children, and even the area in which she lives are considered “dirty.”

syphilis rate is 40%, unprotected sex is common. Girls cannot tell a client who has already paid: “I will not have sex with you without a condom.” The customer is always right.

People from Dhaka come here to have fun with the girls. No one has any remorse. Neither those who sleep with minors, nor those who sell them here, stealing them or buying them from their parents.

Guys smoke the drug "ya ba". They say it gives them sexual confidence.

The joint libation continues.