Category: Travel

Dhaka old town

Walking the Streets of Old Dhaka A Personal Report

I stood at the edge of Sadarghat, the old river port, and watched the ferries load and unload. The morning fog mixed with the smoke from a hundred tea stalls. Rickshaws honked. Porters carried boxes of rice and cloth on their heads. A man sold fried chickpeas from a steel bowl. This is where Dhaka […]
Sundarbans

How to Reach the Sundarbans From Khulna and Mongla

The Sundarbans are not easy to reach. That is part of the point. This mangrove forest stretches across the delta where the Ganges, Brahmaputra, and Meghna rivers meet the Bay of Bengal. It is a place of tidal creeks, mudflats, and saltwater crocodiles. You do not just show up. You plan. Key Takeaways The main […]
Sundarbans

How to Reach the Sundarbans From Khulna and Mongla

The Sundarbans is not a place you stumble into. It is a mangrove forest that spreads across the delta where the Ganges and Brahmaputra meet the Bay of Bengal. Getting there takes planning. You need to know which city to start from and what to expect on the water. Key Takeaways The main entry points […]
Sundarbans

How to Reach the Sundarbans From Khulna and Mongla

The Sundarbans, the world’s largest mangrove forest, sits where the Ganges, Brahmaputra, and Meghna rivers meet the Bay of Bengal. It spans across Bangladesh and India, but the Bangladeshi side is the larger portion. Most travelers reach it from Khulna or the port town of Mongla. Getting there requires planning, but the journey itself is […]
Dhaka Division

A Day in Old Dhaka: Streets, Food, and History

Old Dhaka starts moving before dawn. By six in the morning, the narrow streets around Chawk Bazar are already thick with rickshaws and hand-pulled carts. The smell of fresh paratha and dal floats from food stalls that have been open for hours. This part of the city has not changed much in a century. The […]
Sylhet tea gardens

Hakaluki Haor and the Winter Birds of Sylhet

The boatman killed the engine, and the silence dropped over us like a sheet. We drifted on black water between flooded fields that stretched to the horizon. A flock of northern pintails rose from the reeds, and the sound of their wings was the only thing for miles. Hakaluki Haor lies about three hours northeast […]