Tour Bisnakandi, Sylhet

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I am learning at Bangladesh Agricultural University. We have a social affair of people who go on close to nothing and immense visits at different events. 1 year earlier today we went to Sylhet visit. All the visits everyone acknowledges the earth with a lot of fun, yet I will talk about one of the most exceedingly horrible experiences of our Sylhet visit today. We take a vehicle from Mymensingh to Sylhet and first go to Sylhet University of Science and Technology. New out starting there to examine Sylhet. It took 3 days to see it like this.

By then we pondered we hit the sack around night time. So we started the trip in the initial segment of the day, renting a CNG. As I said already, it was descending overwhelmingly and it looked like a flood. So whether or not we could reach Ratargul well, we would not have the alternative to go to Bichanakandi, said everyone there, including CNG. Since the roads are lowered. By then it was 10 o'clock. So we held a littler than typical vessel, visited Ratargul and came back to the ghat around 11.50 am. We started considering how to get to Bichanakandi. By then I started looking around. Various people said that you can pass by vessel from here, it won't take a great deal of time.

Some didn't do it again, saying it would take a long time. Our CNG driver didn't do it either. In any case, I couldn't fathom who to acknowledge. Again some delegate sort people were endeavoring to convince us that it would take 2 hours to go, no issue. It was 11 PM, so I figured I could leave in 2 hours, so I agreed before night. 6 extra kin obliged us. The people who started from Dhaka. So we are 14 people including the boatman, which is more than the restriction of the engine driven vessel.

By then I accepted that since there is no surge of haor type, so plunging won't be an issue, so I started the trip with mental grit at half past twelve. The barge had been running splendidly starting now and into the foreseeable future, with it pouring energetically. Exactly when 1 hour passed we couldn't see any mountain. With everything taken into account, I asked the go between to what degree it would take? He said 1 more hour. Thusly one more hour passed and nothing could be seen. I asked to what degree? The boatman said 1 more hour. By then I figured it might take. The Chaluk boat is continuing forward this calm water.

Regardless, after 1 more hour of his departure we got the chance to see the incline anyway he couldn't show up at the slant any more. The mountains are clear anyway the barge doesn't give off an impression of being moving. By then I couldn't attempt to communicate anything to the boatman, since I was going up until this point, what may I do in case I had an issue in the water, a couple of individuals couldn't swim again and the water level had risen.

At some point or another I saw enormous trawlers that were making a beeline for rest. Seeing them extended the proportion of fear rather than growing our courage, since when each trawler was passing by our boat, a flood of segula was hammering on our vessel, which was going to sink. As such with fear in our chest we came to Bichanakandi after 4:30 minutes. Nevertheless, when we showed up we would return to how we could no longer welcome the earth.

By then the night would slide at around 6 o'clock, so every other individual started returning with their own trawlers. We were arranging how to return. We figured we would give her the go between with her money and she would leave, we would leave with another trawler. I also persuaded the focal point of another trawler. Be that as it may, the people who are bringing trawlers won't take us. We can't state why not.

Much in the wake of uncovering to them everything, they won't take us. Our boatman won't down without us. Later I comprehended that he had said something to the explorer of another trawler. Anyway, at any rate we didn't go down without representing ourselves first. There is no structure to stay there so I needed to hop on the barge. Nevertheless, fear among us. Since, the road is so far off, I am moreover abusing the boatman again around night time. This is the explanation it requires some investment to lie. At whatever point got in the inside stream.

By then I called one of our associates and asked what should be conceivable. He said there would be a market 30 minutes in the wake of leaving Bichanakandi to get down there. We did all things considered. I prompted the go between to stop in the front market yet he didn't express a word. In the wake of going some detachment, I couldn't believe anything to be it was dull all around. I asked where is the middle market? He said I was abandoning the market. We are amped up for what he says. In any case, we believed it would be ahead in light of the fact that we didn't see any market.

In the wake of going some detachment I see the market, I encourage the boat to stop yet he won't stop. By then our very own friend pulls off the best approach to addition or reducing the force of the vessel engine and when we are yelling, a boat starts from the wharf and takes us to the wharf close by the middle one. It was to some degree in excess of 7 PM. All the people gathered in the market, with their help we had the choice to say goodbye at 9 PM and a couple of individuals from the domain managed a housing for us in that publicize. I left there that night. The next day we returned.