Dear reader's eyebrows feel a bit wrinkled. What kind of title? But my friends, there is no other way but to give me such a title. The way we turned around; What we saw and felt with all our senses is this heaven or what? Maybe this is the soil, roads, nature of our country; But there is no doubt that this is heavenly. Rangamati and Khagrachari by car are called heaven by many; But our experience is more than that. The story you are about to read is a travel story, at the same time it is a story about six strangers growing up together.
Of friendship and thrill.
If we don't know the club through which we are introduced before the beginning of the story, we will feel guilty. The main goal of this club is to make friends of Bangladeshi motorcyclists and lovers together and build a bond of brotherhood with each other. Various activities such as singing with a guitar somewhere together, maybe group dancing in a gangam style at some point, regular DJ party, creating awareness about safe biking; Besides, there are activities related to small and big motorcycle trips. Through motorcycle travel, these young people highlight the natural beauty of the country through all the extraordinary photography.
These youngsters have been conducting safe travel activities with the great objective of branding the beauty of their country as well as the joy of each trip. The funny thing is that the guitarists, photographers of this club are all motorcyclists and lovers. From students to doctors, engineers, bankers, industrialists, television stars, who is not in this club? It is an unprecedented fraternity of motorcyclists and lovers. Whatever the profession, everyone in this club joins together as a motorcycle lover in a bond of friendship. All kinds of help related to motorcycles can be obtained from these young people. Motorcyclist boyfriend can be any boy or girl member.
So from what I was saying, from a meeting at the end of October, it was suddenly decided to go to Chittagong, the reasons for the decision are also quite interesting. Suddenly our member Navy Lt. Masum Bhai was transferred to Chittagong. Meanwhile, another member Yusuf had a heart attack with a Lalna from Chittagong. Meanwhile, Masum Bhai's constant phone calls and the urge to go to meet Yusuf's girlfriend made us rush to Chittagong.
Our plan started with the excitement of riding a motorcycle on a hilly road. He is a master plan. When will we go, how many will go, where will we go, where will we stay, how much will it cost, who will go, who will make the booking, whether the booking will be available, whether our favorite bikes will be safe etc, etc .. whatever, since Masum Bhai lives in Chittagong , We announced the event on our Facebook group with a 5-day itinerary from him. About 20 interested motorcyclists participated in the event.
And this is where our first disaster began. The selection process has started. We have a team of 5 people in total. Since this route is the most dangerous route in the country, combining the Dhaka-Chittagong highway and the Rangamati-Khagrachhari hills, a narrow, winding road; So it was not possible for more people to go. However, after much thought and selection, based on the experience of the bikers and the approval of their parents, we became a team of 6 people. Hasib Bhai, Masum Bhai of the Navy, Yusuf, a textile engineer, Rabib, Saikat and I formed a team of six. The date and time of departure was fixed on the morning of 25th September.
Before the start of the journey:
Since our itinerary had already been arranged, Masum Bhai was given the responsibility of booking our stay in Chittagong. Masum Bhai also did not go less in any part. The resorts and quarters of the Bangladesh Army made arrangements for our stay in an instant. All the extraordinary resorts and quarters of the army in Chittagong, Kaptai and Khagrachhari were arranged for our accommodation and bike parking. Meanwhile, the preparations of 5 of us started in Dhaka. We all got together on Thursday afternoon after finishing our office and varsity activities. And this is where the joy and preparation for travel begins. When we finished our lunch, there was a cloud of disaster in the sky of Bengal. Heavy clouds and rain. All of us look like that then. I want to see each other's faces. Even if no one talks for a while, we all understand how challenging the future of our motorcycle travel is! Since we have the spirit of motorcycle travel in our hearts, we are not to be discouraged. Even though we didn't get a girl named Brishti with us, we became certain that the rain coming down from the sky on the road was going to be our companion. The mountain roads are quite dangerous.
One hundred percent chance of rain on it again. But seeing no way to postpone the date, we continued planning the journey remembering Bidhata. Our motorcycles were fully serviced a week ago but last minute checkup was done on the last afternoon of the day before departure. We all arrived at Yusuf's house with our raincoats, bike toolkits, rain covers and some other accessories. At night, the preparation for bed started by worshiping the stomach with the cock polao in Aunty's hand. Because the next morning we will start our journey. None of us listened to Yusuf's story with his Chittagong daughter on the phone all night, even though he was half asleep. Half awake, half asleep, we all came to Chittagong. I woke up to the huge alarm of five mobiles. When I was a little lazy, suddenly my aunt came and said our morning tea is ready.
As we continue to ride motorcycles, it is very important to get some sleep. With a splash of water in hand and a cup of tea and biscuits, we went to the garage with our backpacks, started five bikes and ran through the silence of the morning. It was pouring rain outside. The light of dawn had not yet fully dawned. Lamppost lights were still on the streets of Mirpur Road. The last darkness of the night slowly faded, and the light of the sun greeted our journey with a drizzle of silver.
Day 1: Dhaka-Chittagong
It was five or half past five in the morning. We are crossing Jatrabari bus stand. The rain then decreased a bit. We flew five bikes along the wet shiny highway of Dhaka-Comilla. The bike number 7 is waiting for us in Chittagong with Masum Bhai. Since the road is wet we cannot give speeds of more than 60 km / h. Slowly we crossed about 60 km. Path. We had to give a 20-minute tea break on Rabib's instructions. I ate light food like chips. In the meantime, some of them managed to get a small bathroom again. It was about 8 o'clock. We decided to have breakfast at the famous roadside restaurant Highway-In on Dhaka-Chittagong Road.
We keep in touch with each other through Bluetooth in the helmet. This helped us to control and guide our bikes. Besides, if anyone had any difficulty, it was known immediately. Even though the sky was cloudy for so long, Suryamama started giving a glimpse of the sun. A little while ago we were having tea and cigarettes and the weather had improved a bit so we were moving at a very fast pace. After about 40 minutes another 50 km. We crossed the road and stopped at the hotel's highway. Our hungry stomachs are rumbling then.
After entering the restaurant, I filled my stomach with hot khichuri, hilsa and roast beef. Then we took about an hour and a half to sip the smoked coffee and pull on the Benson to fully recover. Many visitors were looking at our clothes, helmets, motorcycles and asking us questions with curiosity. They really felt like stars. In the meantime, Masum Bhai was called.
He said he had arranged for us to have lunch on a naval warship. And why the delay? After a hearty breakfast, our motorcycles roared again on the Dhaka-Chittagong highway. A little further on we saw a long traffic jam about 13 km ahead. Road vehicles are stuck. We crossed the road on a motorbike with a thumbs up. I saw such a jam due to a truck accident. Anyway, Bella is growing up then,
The heat of the sun is also increasing. We hurried towards Chittagong. It was about 12 o'clock in the afternoon. About 12.15 m we reached Sitakunda Jharna.
Chittagong city was about 30 km from us then. Away. In the scorching heat we were almost like a thirsty and tired Bedouin. I couldn't resist the urge to take a bath at Sitakunda Jharna. After buying a ticket for the entrance, we took a motorbike along a small winding winding road to Sitakunta. The four of us got down to bathe in the sweet cool water of the fountain, parking the motorbike at the designated place and giving Rabib the responsibility of photography. At the end of the bath, when I climbed the high stairs of the hill, there was not a single drop of energy left in anyone's body. The morning khichuri has been digested long ago. Rescued by Masum Bhai. I got the news earlier. Sitakunda came and received us and took us to the naval quarters. The road we took bypassing the city and heading towards the navy is a remarkable road. You will not say that this is a road in Bangladesh. That road is so wonderful. Anyway, at about 2:30 a.m. we freshened up and went to have lunch in the cabin of the Navy warship.
After lunch with a variety of mash, pulses, fried and chicken korma with a wonderful taste of water on our tongues, we headed out to Patenga. Whenever Suryimama is doing anything, we sit in Patenga and eat the famous crab bhaji. When it was evening, we went back to the naval quarters.
Another man named Ismail Bhai was already ready to turn our warship around. Fascinated and amazed at the sight of the warship, we went to sleep that night. There was boundless joy and wonder in the sleepy eyes.
In the next episode I will tell you the story of Kaptai and Rangamati. That's all for today.