Sometimes, the heat helps you brush the dust off of some old summer dreams.
Ever since I went back to visit Bangladesh three years ago, it has been a bucket list, road-trip dream of mine to take a late ’90s Land Rover Defender 110 from Dhaka to the coast towns of Cox’s Bazaar all over again, despite the questionable rest-stop food, the complete and utter lack of triple-A coverage, and the constant danger of colliding head-on with the ancient bus liners and decrepit lorries that rally down crumbling, lawless two-lane roads.
From what I can gather of my first time on the nine-hour trip, its almost guaranteed to be terrifying in one way or another, but would life’s pleasures be worth anything without a little adventure? The 125-kilometer stretch of clean, natural beaches in towns that the 21st-century world forgot. No WiFi, and barely any cell service for miles; a distraction-free paradise.