Lessons from a Rickshaw
My journey from the hotel to the training venue in Dhaka, Bangladesh, was only 2 miles yet it took 45 minutes to drive there each morning. The traffic was some of the worst I’ve seen. Cars honking their horns and jostling for position to try and steal a few yards wherever possible. Buses meandering in the lanes, people leaning outside of the windows to gasp some air in the 35 degree temperatures, with almost 100% humidity. The winners? The rickshaws. Tricycles pulling two seats for passengers who paid a few…
