Tent Living
Just returned from Bandarban for 3 days, but I needed a refreshing tour. Just like before, without the aviation type tour, there was a lack of quality time spread on either side of the river or in the jungle with potla-pootley.
8/9 of the public holiday, "Bagalek" had planned, but the plan got its plan. It was good to say that, let's do a little camping, on your holiday.
On noon, they came to Dhaka from Comilla on the night. They came to Comilla from morning onwards, pushing the jam of Feni till 10 o'clock and waiting there, and 3 temmets. Seven people from Sitakunda Bazar, picking up the previous day's shopping, took the plateau from Panthicha to the railway station, looking for the calm-intensive cold tranquility of Jharijharna.
About five years ago, I went to Sharjah Trail. I remember the road, it is a little bigger than the other trails of the Mirsarai-Sitakunda range.
However, walking in the sun-burning sunlight, I was thinking that the trail began to fall down a hill, but I went to a big mountain on the side of the road, mistakenly, as the Timlider, leaving the rest of the others in the cool shade, I came back and found that the road was not correct. So the rest of the others were less relaxed, and down the road to the right path, I started walking.When the whole country was watching the turbulent times of Baishakhi and we were about to sunk in the sunshine.
With the touch of cold water in the jhiri, the cold water of the jhiri. Because of the few strollers in the hills, the team leader's weight of 50 kg weighted backpack (including 3-tents) in the body due to his being less experienced.
The jungle gourds yielded a scary product after seeing the head bad. The girls took the mango from the trees and filled them with a lemon tree, four-moon and lagged in the dinner.After a couple of hours, the rush of birds, the cracks in the ears of the worm, and the butterfly rush, which is usually seen,
First rainy Cascade-Devilhade / Murthy flurry - Then our karmic campsite.
Another small spring, next to which is a beautiful one (like a deep pond).
After taking down the baggage, we got busy in gathering the next 24-hour house, somebody got lumbering, some looking for a tapapatra, and laying the surface of the table to make the bottom below the tabura.
And our 2 apples are fresh and have a cooking prepressation.
Another is busy preparing all the work and preparing the curry, but in the production of the rice 1, the whole fatigue has caused the water to flow through the nose and mouth.
At the end of the fox, we divided four people to the campsite and the remaining attraction,
Awesome Khum Taya (Moiner's mother, who knows by name name) came back to photography and toothache, and I started cooking the stove and burned it, and my mother's singing (my hometown)
Nightmares mix and dumbbells.On the one hand, while the sun was dipping, on the other side, the light of the light was burning.
Untimed tranquility, song-chat-chatil comic-story, became a bedtime time.
I found that sleeping was not brought. The back was seen on the back of the pillar, it was not going to sleep in the tent.
But the youngest beach in the group and elderly Apna Apa and her sister necessarily wake up and nose.
"Wherever we go, we will not be able to place things that are not worthless." Our responsibility is to keep our country beautiful and beautiful and clean.