Travelling out of Dhaka towards the centre of the country, the roads became too small for our car to pass. So, with the chief of the Red Crescent in this district, we left our car and travelled on the back of a three-wheeled cycle van. For the equivalent of much less than a dollar, three people were hauled on crumbling roads - over river embankments and through trees, surrounded by waterlogged fields on all sides - to the village of Mesta in Jamalpur.
Gasping for breath and drenched in sweat, our driver accepted his payment with a smile, and wished us well.
If you are interested, please view the series to see what I found and what I learned in my few weeks in Bangladesh, visiting some of the most vulnerable people anywhere on our planet.