A few days ago in the early morning – to avoid all the traffic- I went to old Dhaka. By the time I arrived the streets were packed and before I knew what hit me the strap on my sandal was sliced off like butter by a rickshaw. Yes it’s true I was walking in the middle of the street like everyone else. There was no where else to walk. Some of those rickshaws can weigh up to several hundred pounds when they are loaded with whatever or transport a family. If the driver was a few millimeters closer I would hate to think about what would have happened to my right toes. I asked one of the employees at the guesthouse to take my sandal to one of the shoe repair men on the street. Two hours later it was at my door as good as new. The cost was five Taka, about seven cents.