Bengali transportation

The rule of the road is the biggest man (or vehicle) reigns. All the vehicles are battle scarred with dents, scrapes, and various layers of paint attempting to hide the scars. And this is in a country that has very few cars. Private bus companies rule the road that is full of cycle rickshaws and bicycles. There is a constant symphony of bus horns, autorickshaw horns, and bicycle bells...in a slow speed race along the narrow roads. Busses weave in an out past the cycle rickshaws carrying bundles of vegetables, rice, and/or people. In Dhaka the traffic is at a permanent standstill, except for Friday and Saturday, which are the days of worship and businesses completely shut down. But, come Sunday (our Monday) the streets return to their manic state in which pedestrians are low man on the totem pole and literally run across the street to safely reach the other side. We witnessed several accidents, but since they typically occur at lower speeds, we didn't witness any injuries. I can't imagine what things would be like if a larger portion of the popuation owned cars...and more transportation was motorized instead of human-powered!