We came here
to paddle around the unknown green territory of Sylhet. Our five days
programme started from the night of Eid, relishing the happiness of Eid
in the shape of adventure. We are, after all, “Kewkradong,” a community
biased to adventure.
Nine
bicycles were stacked close to that boy. David came up with an idea to
help out that kid, who is just the same age as his own kid Sheshthoo.
This veteran super commercial photographer could sense it before us as
he is a father of two kids. He requested us not to capture the child's
face, the light and the scene! You might get an award out of your click,
but does it really make sense to that pure soul?
“Let's do something for the kid,” says David.
We tried to do as best as we could at that time. That made him happy! What else could have been that great as his silent smile? We loved that.
We tried to do as best as we could at that time. That made him happy! What else could have been that great as his silent smile? We loved that.
We started paddling. It was
dawn. Perfect soft sunlight and gentle sweet breeze was blowing in our
way. We were heading towards Komolganj following a sandwiched metalled
road though Lawachhara reserve forest. Tropical green forest was
welcoming us. Dew drops were logged on the leaves. Mist-covered road
took turn to give us a closer view of a tea garden belonging to the
Duncans. Pin-drop silence was only interrupted by the bhoooobhooooo
sound coming from the friction of tyres and road. Drizzling weather made
some delay on our sweating as the path is scrolling up and down. It
felt like heaven on the wheels while following any slop and let the
wheel roll. It was awesome when air was passing our ear making a hissing
sound!
The sky was covered with black
cloud that resisted us from pulling out cameras so nothing could stop us
from enjoying the chill green Lawachhara forest. We were drifting quite
gently as few of us were not that used to in regular cycling. But the
“joss” of cycling inspired all of to run with fresh zeal. While resting,
we communicated with local enthusiastic faces watching us as if we were
some kind of aliens! Our helmets were the most attractive of all our
apparatus. We fixed panniers on our bike-carrier to keep all necessary
things -- food, repairing tools and accessories.
By this time cloud moved away
for some time. But it was not that sunny as we were expecting. We went
to local police station of Kulaura and checked the places where we can
dwell for the first night. At last we got a place to pitch our tents. It
was raining and the grass field was muddy that's why we rested
ourselves over a long balcony of Kulaura Degree College. The news of our
arrival spread like anything so many people joined the party while
managing all loads and many more were standing outside the college
boundary wall. Head of the Department of English came and let us use the
compound.
Next
morning we were riding towards Juri, a new upazila of this territory,
as a resting point. The roads were nice. We had to encounter very few
vehicles on our way. Drivers waved and provide space for our safety.
This is a beauty, beauty of nature as well as the people and certainly
it is a bit unorthodox in a city like our beloved Dhaka!
The road to Bianibazar was very
charming. Most of the time we faced uphill and downhill roads and we
enjoyed a lot while running down though any slope. Daylight disappeared
when we hit Bianibazar. Local people are well-off, which can easily be
understood by seeing the stores. But all of resting inns were closed due
to Eid vacation except Hotel Al-Fatah. As usual sub urban hotel, not
that clean, not that good but ok.
Today we had to ride our
longest way, from Bianibazar to Jointapur. At first we decided to halt
at Kanaighat but favourable weather helped us do more. We took a turn
while crossing Shahbag, where we saw a massive banyan tree adjacent to a
beautiful mosque. We reached there by midday though it was raining. The
bank of river Surma was muddy and we had to struggle to load our fully
packed bicycles. Like other sub-urban cities, it was crowded and packed.
We took lunch in a local restaurant. We were about to ride to
Borochutul as everyone was saying that could be a place for tonight. But
few members went on and there was no other alternative but to catch
them up again. They have already reached Jointapur. We were far behind
due to taking pictures. It was beautiful out there, scenic, spectacular
and very picturesque, and very tough to resist anyone having a camera.
So again we spent almost an hour and a half. Scout team confirmed the
boarding and it was getting dark too.
We came up with an idea of
changing our pre-fixed course and followed the route to Gowainghat. We
were slow like snails because we had no fixed destination for tonight.
So literally we were google-ing around unknown, where we can spend the
night. Got it! A beautiful grass field surrounded by bushes, with a long
canal beside. So we settled at the eye-catching campsite with three
tents and nine bicycles.
Next day we ended our trip via Salutikor and caught our bus from Sylhet.
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