One day on the island of Sonadia

I was lying on the trawler lying in the plane. The jacket on the face as an attempt to save the sun from the direct sunlight in the open sea. Who knows that at such a time of the cold wave, the sun will burn the sun in its keen sun! I see the blue sky lying on the trawler, looking at the blue sea. There is no shore, the sea, the blue and the blue look. Occasionally some fishing trawlers are flowing, Gunkchil is flying in its spat Wonderful Scenic View! We are going 12 for the Sonadia island by pressing the trawler in the open sea.

On the previous night, I went on a bus from Cox's Bazar to Dhaka. Cox's Bazar arrived in the morning. I went to the beach and went to the sea to see the sea. The beauty of the sea is unsteady, every time I see him, it works the same way. After spending some time on the beach, we hired CNG and went to the trawler station. The trawler was already waiting, we got up and left for Sonadia.

Sonadia Island in Maheshkhali upazila, 7-8 kilometers northwest of Cox's Bazar. Where the sea is filled with sea shore, the actual shape of the sea can be covered. So, going for Sonadia Island to hear the roar of the sea in the niribili. In all, about a couple of people live on this 9 sq km island.

There is a plan to build a deep sea port here. Many turtles are seen during this breeding season. Many names do not know the name of the guest and also the birds. But it is always seen that many red crab. The people of the island are fishery, fishing, salt cultivation and buffalo. There is still no tourist place, so people do not have it, nor do tourists-friendly stay or a very rich diet. So the food was taken along with a little. The cooking of food in a resident of the island was not easy, because it was not easy to burn and cook in the cold air of the cold sea.

The trawler enters the shore. The auction island is seen from the arrow on the auction. Only sand and sand, across the lot, then the tidal broom is tied. She is a strange beautiful scene! The bag from the trawler, the tent was all dropped and the two hands spread out on the beach, the joy of the mind. All of my colleagues are like me. Walking a long time on the sea, I saw red crab. But people were going to Balu for fear, almost all, came to see two very brave crabs who came to their island! The sun is at the top of its head. The tent was constructed to burn the sun burn. The seven tentacles that were scorched in the sand

I went to the island and took a few strings. Zabon is a little behind the whereabouts of the tent. Jouban's cold shade comes to sleep in the eye.
But now I will not sleep now, I want to petatujo! The news came, cooked. There are tube wells on this island, there are sweet water under the ground. While eating food, I am eating nectar! I did not know that there could be such a taste of ordinary potato bhagata and chicken shawl! After eating I looked a little behind the island. A fairly quiet place, salt is being made in an enclosure in front of many places. Although there is no such coconut tree like St. Martin, there are many names that do not have names. Just like a picture, a small island. Turn around and return to the tent. Sun has come, the perfect weather for walking on the beach. By the time the water was drowning in the tide, many steps would be taken in the soft sand. Walking in the walk seems like I have lost somewhere, in a world of unthankable This intense solitude is just a matter of feeling. Returning to the tent after watching the sunset. After wearing winter clothes, I went into the island again to drink tea in the shop. The entire island is dark, only millions of stars on the head! The people of the island are very sincere. At night, very carefully fed the marine fish. After eating food, the walk on the beach on the beach, the last moonlight on the head, moon and a million stars hat market. Before walking in the night of Cox's Bazar, but there was no such peace and terrible beauty. That night does not mean to be able to sleep.

The decision is that bar-b-quotes will be done. But this open sea shore bar-b-que will be at all? What is the fault to try? Start organizing this thought. Find out the stems of dried zhao. A small hole in the sand was set on fire by many troubles. Then the rest of the chicken to sit, when the boiled! This decrease in the fire of the fire, the responsibility to control! The thing that was found at the end is good for chicken and burn instead of bar-b-que. However, as you see, it was delicious to eat. A beautiful night was spent in the stories. The hidden crabs of the house today are on the beach tour. The red crab lying in the shade, jumping into the holes, or jumping into the water, or near the jeep. I was able to take a picture of a brave crape in a lot of trouble. If you are nature-loving, this island can not be good for you. This solitary sandwich can be crossed by hour after hour....