Walking in the mountains and forests is my addiction. I spent the night in tents in many parts of Bangladesh, as the sky was full of moonlight in those nights, so was the roar of the creepy fox. Just as the nights were full of darkness, so was the wild elephant race in the college. Just as it was hot, so was the cold ...
What a thrill a night can give !!!
All my thoughts were blown away by a night trip to Alikadam in Bandarban.
Another mountain group seen in Meraithong
Went to the land of clouds and mountains, we went to the land of water-green clouds.
We were walking through the water flowing over our heads, crossing the knee water, waist water, throat water. From the roar of the wind to the roar of the water — none was left out in this journey. Just as I groped the dark tunnel with my chest, so I climbed the mountain above the clouds in the thick dark night with my chest.
And in the morning I saw him waking up in a milky white cloud. The touch of the clouds on the feet, the cloudy smoke on the eyelids, and lying on the wet grass with the umbrella on the head জানান everything seemed to give the impression of unearthly happiness again and again.
Alikadam is the most neglected upazila of Bandarban in terms of tourism. No one counts. There is nothing like a tunnel to quench the thirst!
The peak of Meraithang!
For months, Limon Barua Bhai has been saying that there is a hill in Alikadam, his name is 'Meraithang Jadi'. The mountain road is very difficult, you have to climb for two and a half hours continuously. From there, you can touch the moon by raising your hand. In the light of the moonlight, distant mountains can be counted — even in the scorching heat of the Liluya wind, one has to wrap oneself in a blanket!
It was cloudy that day
We also took blankets, raincoats, umbrellas, polythene keys thinking it would rain! Suddenly I heard that a low pressure has been created in the sea, I have been asked to show the danger signal number 4. Meanwhile, at the top of the mountain about 1,800 feet above our heads, a moon is rising in Kankan with all the cold of the world, the light of the full moon is shining on the edge of the dark mountain, the clouds are hiding in that light! There is no sign of hostile weather around us.
In the meantime, the night of the mountain came to see us with its beauty. The moment our tent area was lost in the clouds, one tent after another could not be seen. This mountain-and-mountain, clouds came rushing from distant mountains. The body is cold at that time, nothing in the world is good. The same thing happened to us , the clouds became very heavy in the clouds. They can't move anymore they have worked hard and come from mountain to mountain, now they are tired and lonely, dripping and dripping .
Everyone has begun to understand the oppression of love. It was half past three at night. Suddenly, all the speculations were overwhelmed and the low pressure of the sea hit our 12 tents with wild rage like a thousand angry elephants. The moment of our mountain adventure turned into a 'mad adventure'!
Our tidy world was shattered, the iron pins of a few tents were untied and flew away in a tin can about 1,600 feet below the tent. He is sitting in a tent. But the last was not saved করে the iron shackles of the tent began to break. On that terrible lightning night, 28 of our children came out of the tent helpless, no one was watching for the clouds — all around was pale white, lightning flashed from there !!
Everyone's destination is a small linen house in a remote Jhumkhet. The adventure that is hidden in the race to save lives through the unfamiliar paddy fields on the road shown by the electricity on the night of that cyclone, will not be found anywhere else even after a thousand attempts.
The only thing everyone wanted was to stand in the cold with wet clothes in that hut, when the light of dawn would break, when this drunken cyclone would stop. No one has a bag, all the bags are left in a tent filled with water.
Finally, the long-awaited morning light shone in the eastern sky, and as soon as the light of dawn broke, the storm rolled its tail with all its young and fled behind a distant mountain! This is like a heavenly beauty! A white fennel cloud was rising from the grass under his feet, he was moving forward holding the white fibers creeping like cotton, instantly covering our campsite, covering all the long-winded memories of the night. We went out with umbrellas to see the clouds underfoot. Once the clouds soaked us all, another time we all chased the clouds to the very edge of the mountain!
This is a strange mind-blowing game ... There is no fatigue in this game.
I love travel.good article