With paved roads and less mountainous terrain, there was less to worry about — I hoped.
Yet, not even five minutes later, we were on another rural road where cattle — or water buffalo, I’m not sure which — could be seen wading across a flooded field.
City or farmlands? It was tough to tell which.
Soon enough, we were back amid an urban landscape, with more soothing sin ads — for Carlsberg, Everest Beer (mental note: must sample), a whiskey and Josh cigarettes.
The main commercial drag in Narayangarh buzzed with activity: Bicycle rickshaws, produce stands, hotels, billboards and motorbikes whizzed by our bus window. We made a brief pit stop and continued on our way.