In the (butchered) words of one of my fellow ex-pats, Dhaka can be mentally exhausting.
Stay here for a few days and you’d be hard pressed to find a better description. 392 more words
I almost wanted to break down and cry my eyeballs out after being stuck in a bloody crowded wet market for more than five minutes. There was a feeling of nauseous and I had to force myself to stay focused on making my way out because I certainly did not want to end up fainting onto the wet floor and be stepped on. 86 more words