On our last day in Chittagong before flying back to Dhaka and home, we took a pedal cab for a tour of the central area of town. We created quite a sensation, attracting spectators throughout our ride. By then,
we were used to the attention. Once we felt reasonably certain that our cyclist wouldn’t kill us in the traffic mayhem, we relaxed and enjoyed the sights. Colorful, 
busy, unusual, odiferous, exotic, and a dozen other adjectives could be used to describe the activities around us. Push carts, donkey carts, and bicycle carts carried everything from animal skins and live animals to pots and pans to huge barrels to assorted goods for markets, and of course, people. We followed a bicycle cart carrying a mother and a young son for a while. They both kept an eye on us, and only after a few blocks did they both look out and smile at us.
