Backpacking Through Old Dhaka

Dhaka is Bangladesh’s capital and one of the most densely populated cities in the world. From the moment I left Shahjalal International Airport, I was in shock by the sheer amount of people in the streets. Being in Dhaka felt like being in a city filled with the entire world population, I mean you could barely stretch your arms out without touching someone. In spite of that, the city had its own charm. I asked many locals their recommendation for a tourist and it was unanimous: Visit Old Dhaka.

The next day, I woke up early and hopped into a rickshaw and told the driver to take me to Old Dhaka, Buriganga River more specifically.

I was then met by a middle-aged man by the docks that agreed to take me on a boat ride for a small fee.

What started out as a short 30 minute ride then turned into a full guided tour for the day. The man, whose name I can’t remember, was extremely courteous and wanted to show me the “real Dhaka.” Unknown to me, right next to Buriganga River was a huge ship manufacturing area, which was pretty neat.

Being a foreign tourist in Bangladesh, especially one of color, I felt like a star in this little pocket of the city. Everywhere I went, people stopped what they were doing to say hello and asked about my country of origin. With my camera hanging from my neck, many thought I was a photographer and asked me to take their photo.

What shocked me the most during my tour was seeing children work on the production of these ships. Some of the kids looked as young as 9!

I enjoyed walking through the narrow alleyways and seeing people go about their everyday life. It was humbling.

The afternoon rolled around and my new friend insisted we go back to his home to eat lunch. It was an odd request for someone I hardly knew, but he seemed genuine. Usually I’d refuse, but I read beforehand that locals in Bangladesh were extremely welcoming, so I didn’t overthink it too much.

Not only did I have lunch at his home, but I met his wife and son. Oddly enough, I ate on his bed, which he insisted I do. I mean there was a mat under me, but the thought of eating on another person’s bed was a bit strange. When in Bangladesh, do as the locals I guess?

In the late afternoon we headed over to Ahsan Manzil, the former official residential palace and seat of the Nawab of Dhaka built in 1859. I found this place to be quite interesting, especially the inside of this building as it remained completely intact throughout the years.

By the time I left Ahsan Manzil it was dawn, so I made my way back to my hotel. I can’t explain why but, I was beyond tired. Dhaka wears you out fast!