As we head into the snakepit that is Dhaka´s congested peak hour traffic, you will have to make sure you keep your hands in – the buses tend to bite around here as you might have guessed by the number of dints and scratches covering their bodies. I´d also hate for you to have your bag stolen, so tuck it behind, sit back and prepare yourself for the infusion of colour and movement that will surround you at every turn.

If you get a little hungry while on our tour, just let me know. There are plenty of opportunities to fill the stomach – a market stall on every corner. Look at the size of the mangoes, fresh pineapple, guava or perhaps you might like to try a giant plum, which when squeezed and cooked on the stove with some sugar makes a delicious local treat, a bit like jam. One of the best quick snacks around is poprice. Look to your left at the young boy helping his father control the heat from the gas tank. We mix the rice with some sand and turn it very quickly until it pops. No oil. It takes a little while but well worth it. Sometimes we add fresh tomato and onion, but I like it with some spices and chilli crisps mixed in.

Would you like some tea?

What is your favourite colour? You only have to look around to see every shade and colour imaginable. Saris, rickshaws, even our trucks are covered with decoration and colour: images from our lives, our country and our hearts.

Can you hear that noise? It is the humming tones of our city´s entrepeneurs. Let´s head towards the market and I will show you where it is coming from. Each vendor is calling out what he is selling and the prices – perhaps you would like some tshirts, jeans or dresses. We have so many garment factories in our country – in fact many western clothes are made here. Perhaps a vibrant sari or some rickshaw art?

I am glad you aren´t too heavy, it´s pretty hard work on this bicycle. Pity some of the beggars cant work a little harder. For some of them, it is their job. And they make pretty good money. For some, it is their only means of existence – with 50 million living in the city, there is not opportunity for everyone to have a job. So the only opportunity for some is to beg. Mothers with babies, young children who look like they have never washed, amputees, disabled – the city is filled with them.

Let´s head somewhere that will get you out of this congested traffic, and to another form of transport. Water is the lifeline of many Bangladeshis considering the number of waterways in our country. We have the largest delta in the world, with a multitude of rivers winding across the country´s landscape. Sadarghat is a main boat terminal in the old town and the panorama of life on the river is vibrant. You can see all aspects of life in a 360 turn – cooking, washing, trading, eating, sitting. Down to the right is the wholesale market – traders coming in from all over the country to sell their fruit and vegetables to the city´s market stall holders. Would you like some fruit to take back to your guesthouse?

Perhaps a hair cut? Or do you need something mended? Look at them cutting up that cow – oh, perhaps I shouldn´t have pointed that out. Anything you like can be found in the laneways of the old town and everything you would do at home in a shopping centre is done out in the open – we have no space to hide ourselves away in buildings, nor the money to pay rent, so our offices are the lanes, the footpaths, the bridges: infact any space where a stall will fit, you will find someone selling something.

As we head back towards your guesthouse, you will have noticed it´s a little quieter in this part of the town. The government does try to clean it up as it is where all of the embassies are located. I don´t think it shows most visitors the real Dhaka – but they will learn soon enough. I don´t think you should hide yourself away from our city, but attack it with a desire to learn, admire and be shaken.

Donnobad (thank you) for riding with me. Enjoy the rest of your journeys. May you always remember your visit and our journey.

Life does not stand still in Dhaka – it is a constant flurry of movement and colour. We could learn something from it – the raw energy oozing from every square foot of the city is addictive, engaging and dynamic. Life should be like Dhaka. I will be back.

¨What is your father´s name?¨

¨What is your occupation?¨

¨Tina Louise Jensen. Born 13 June 1971.¨ (read out very loudly)

¨Are you married?¨

¨Would you like to be?¨ (glistening smile bigger than all of Bangla´s waterways in the rainy season)

Bangladesh is not the only country obsessed with asking the tough questions. I´d heard the same query from pretty much everyone I met during my stay, along with the subsequent dismay when they finally learned I was a 37 year old single white female, travelling alone, with no children. Shock crossed their faces, along with the lines of speculation as to what was wrong with me.

But at 1.00am in the morning (no wonder the tourists don´t come with the flight times in and out of the country), I wasn´t particularly in the search for an immigration officer as my potential new beau, especially given it would be a long time between visits.

In a society where having a child is as much an obsession as world politics, the Banglas just can´t understand why I wouldn´t be married, or at least have a boyfriend. Now I realise I´m no Jennifer Hawkins or Miranda Kerr, and apart from the fact that I wouldn´t have to look up to everyone I spoke with, I can only imagine what life would be like with Elle´s legs. However, there is the small fact of singledom that I look over daily.

Even the boys in the airport cafe who upgraded me to the Hawkins´ ¨first class¨ league didn´t even get a look in, and I´m still feeling a little guilty about their request for my phone number to which I declined their request.

This is a pretty incredible journey I am embarking upon, and there would be nothing greater to share the experiences with someone special. After incredible days out in the field, there is no one to share the emotions, the experiences, the laughter and the raw honesty about what one has heard, seen and felt. Besides, I intend to keep travelling this incredible planet of ours, and really don´t want every person on the planet thinking I´m odd.

So my friends, I´ve had a day of chaotic imagery and I have no one to share it with. So I ask you to imagine yourself in a rickshaw in the middle of Dhaka town as I, your rickshaw wallah, take you on a ride. It´s not safe to take a camera around, so on our journey I ask you to observe and listen – it´s the only way you will have any record. Like me, the journey may not be first class, it won´t all be postcard perfect, but you´ll let your hair down, observe, try new things, learn, be challenged and learn a little about yourself on the way.

Step up, and as you do, don´t forget to check out the paintings adorning the rickshaw – the beauty of water lillies and cinema celebrities – I chose the design myself.

Which way do you want to go?