Traffic at Bangladesh Capital

If you are shocked by the traffic of Buenos Aires, it’s nothing compared to the traffic in Dhaka. Here, there are no rules. I’ve never heard so many horns blowing at the same time in my life…
Streets are full of cars, buses, 3-wheel-motorcycles that take passengers in a sort of cabin and the well-known Rickshaws. These Rickshaws are the famous Bangladeshi cabs (they also draw yellow taxis). They are drawn by men on bicycles. These pictures were taken from inside a Rickshaw. The white building you see in the backdrop, in the first picture, is the Grameen Bank.
There are traffic lights that do not work properly. The adrenaline you feel on those little taxis is amazing.
There are Riskshaws crossing everywhere, in front of cars and buses. The horns do not stop. You have to get into the Riskshaw it and trust the ability of Bangla drivers. These drivers spend the whole day in the street, pedaling for some takas.
Dhaka is a very chaotic city, horns do not stop blowing and the screaming of Rickshaw men is heard all the time. People cross the street wherever they can, you have to step with attitude in front of cars for them to let you walk through. There are many beggars, kids, grown ups, and crippled adults that approach cars to beg for money. I was advised not to give them money. I’ve been told that there are big organizations using beggars to make a profit of their low social position. Does this ring a bell?