Roadside Assistance

So, on our way back from our ride, my chain broke. Three kilometres from town, and the nearest qualified place to make such a repair, I was not looking forward to walking back. At a little village, these guys noticed my predicament and quickly retrieved some pliers and a hammer. Jo was offered a chair to sit on while she waited, and a coffee was offered (or tea, I'm sure, if she had preferred). Ten minutes later, we had a makeshift repair, two less links, and we were on our way. No expectations. This was a great example of Bangla warmth and hospitality.