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![<p><span style="font-size: large;">Runner-Up<br />
</span>[Bath, United Kingdom] London to Bath was my first trip alone while studying abroad. I was worried the whole train ride that I would miss my stop because I could not hear the conductor, but Bath is hard to miss when approaching. These are the train tracks that lead to and from the historic city, where I met family friends and spent the weekend learning about the undiscovered towns of the English countryside. The bench on the right is where townspeople used to sit to watch the magnificent trains arrive and leave the city.</p>
<p><em>Photo by Janet Vlosky</em><br />
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![<p><span style="font-size: large;">Runner-Up<br />
</span>[Bath, United Kingdom] London to Bath was my first trip alone while studying abroad. I was worried the whole train ride that I would miss my stop because I could not hear the conductor, but Bath is hard to miss when approaching. These are the train tracks that lead to and from the historic city, where I met family friends and spent the weekend learning about the undiscovered towns of the English countryside. The bench on the right is where townspeople used to sit to watch the magnificent trains arrive and leave the city.</p>
<p><em>Photo by Janet Vlosky</em><br />
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<p><span style="font-size: smaller;">Check out our <a href="http://glimpse.org/contests/submit/">current photo contest</a></span><span style="font-size: smaller;"> and submit for a chance to win a $250 travel voucher, courtesy of STA Travel!</span></p>
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[Chittagong, Bangladesh] It's 6:30 a.m. at the fish market, and it's packed—filled with men, fish, eels, sweat, yelling, and bargaining. Young men push by with wicker baskets full of fish on their heads, fresh seawater seeping through the cracks onto their faces. Rickshaws ring their bells and old men direct traffic and bark orders. I stop for a second to get my bearings and wonder how I will get out of this mess. I'm engulfed in a group of young boys who are curious to see my next move. Will I buy? Will I walk? Will I take a picture? That's when I see her, curled up inside the rickshaw, pulling away from it all. If only we could ride away together.</p>
<p><em>Photo by Angela Saunders</em><br />
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<p><span style="font-size: smaller;">Check out our <a href="http://glimpse.org/contests/submit/">current photo contest</a></span><span style="font-size: smaller;"> and submit for a chance to win a $250 travel voucher, courtesy of STA Travel!</span></p>
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![<p><span style="font-size: large;">Runner-Up</span><br />
[Chittagong, Bangladesh] It's 6:30 a.m. at the fish market, and it's packed—filled with men, fish, eels, sweat, yelling, and bargaining. Young men push by with wicker baskets full of fish on their heads, fresh seawater seeping through the cracks onto their faces. Rickshaws ring their bells and old men direct traffic and bark orders. I stop for a second to get my bearings and wonder how I will get out of this mess. I'm engulfed in a group of young boys who are curious to see my next move. Will I buy? Will I walk? Will I take a picture? That's when I see her, curled up inside the rickshaw, pulling away from it all. If only we could ride away together.</p>
<p><em>Photo by Angela Saunders</em><br />
<a href="http://glimpse.org/accounts/12476/profile/">view profile</a></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="font-size: smaller;">Check out our <a href="http://glimpse.org/contests/submit/">current photo contest</a></span><span style="font-size: smaller;"> and submit for a chance to win a $250 travel voucher, courtesy of STA Travel!</span></p>
<p> </p>](http://media.glimpse.org/uploads/p0WBbs/large.png)
