Around 10pm the night before this photo was taken, Samsul, a watermelon farmer, had boarded his boat in Barishal, a district of Bangladesh.
Hed sailed through the night to Dhaka, mooring in the capitals Sadarghat port, on the Buriganga River.Around 5am, his trawler had taken its spot alongside another, selling pumpkins, and the farmer turned sailor transformed once again this time into an auctioneer, selling off his produce at wholesale prices to local market sellers.By the time Saiful Islam wandered by, at around 7.30am, many of Samsuls watermelons had already been sold and enjoyed across the capital, and much of the farmers long shift was over.skip past newsletter promotionSign up to Inside SaturdayThe only way to get a look behind the scenes of the Saturday magazine.
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We use Google reCaptcha to protect our website and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.after newsletter promotionIslam, a software engineer who takes photographs as a hobby, had the day off work and had headed to the port with his younger brother to shoot whatever he might come across.
He describes the area as a hubbub of activity: shouting, bartering, cameraderie.I saw him from a distance, and stood on the railing of the boat to get the shot.
I didnt disturb him, as I knew how tired he must be, but he woke up a few minutes later.
We chatted and I showed him the photo.
Oh my God! he said.It was already a very hot day, so he gave us each a free watermelon and went back to his boat, smiling..
This article first appeared/also appeared in theguardian.com