Where people are limited, interest is the ultimate choice. So, the effort to wipe out the sorrow of growing without getting ready to run out of wax was started. There are many types of tools to fly in the sky, from the earliest balloons to the current plane. The bird's eyes in the eyes of the world is a very difficult desire to keep people on their own inside I am no exception. Seeing the water sports on the seafront of other countries, I used to think that there are no water sports in our country, such a huge beach. So when I started watching social media and media in parasailing news from Cox's Bazar, I also added it to the bakat list.
In your childhood, you have ever wished to fly with the kite to fly the kite in the sky and think of the gas balloon flying. How are the non-gas balloons together with the yarn to fly with them?
In the month of January, when the joy of the year and the frost had reached Cox's Bazar after coming to Cox's Bazar, they were heading around in Parasailing. I knew that Dariyanagar, where parasailing Satellite Vision, is not too far away from the Jagagata Sugandha Beech. So, after a while, I came out with two friends, hopefully, parasailing ends, and on the other hand, leaving the mountain on the other side, Maran Drive's Sunsan road will be the same as the cherry on the cake. But the statute! Dariyangar sank down in our depression, problems with their speedboats, this time they stopped parasailing.
But I'm not that easy-to-be female. At first, I started to search Parasailing again for some time because it did not work and started searching for alternatives. I knew that in Cox's Bazar, there was another gruff parasailing for Funfest. But their address or contact number was nothing to me. I got their address from the Satellite View Authority first, then I asked them to call me for booking. Because the fanfest was far away from the main city, near the border of Himalayi, almost near the house, and the light of day was running fast, so I did not want to go back without being frustrated by booking.
Even after booking, a tension was working, because it was told from there that it can not be done much, parasailing is not done after evening. But the road was so beautiful that the mind was getting better. Without the sound of the lonely air in the air, there is no wonder the solitude of this. Despite the high season of tourism, the vehicle is not necessary. The golden light beaches once reaching Funfest. Then running race and running. Hundreds of red fawns ran through a huge sandbank and reached the shore of the sea. We are today's last parasailor.
After the quick auction, the life jacket, tied with a groin strap, and the big balloon rope is placed in two hands. Through a brief statement, the instructor explains how to fly, when the rope can be left free of birds and at the time of the departure or to the side of the side should be drawn. The whistle started rushing at the start of the rope and once I realized I was not running, the feet uprooted from the ground. Slowly, about four hundred feet above, the sun started to disappear, while waiting for the sun to fall on the flight, I stayed there for a while. The blue sky below the horizon, the light is diminishing, and the fog of the winter is flowing out of the countryside. Like that moment, such astonishing silence, never found in Cox's Bazar and sometimes. The time has stopped there, only on the head, multicolor balloons, the sunny sea under the feet, and I'm in the middle of it. Suddenly, I came down, the feet touched the waves, the sea water fluttered, saline water jammed my face. I laugh like crazy alone, then again with me I flew in the air, the balloons of the brightest things are wonderful. Like a bird, I spread my hands in the air, and I saw that many of the birds had fallen behind me. The people standing on the beach look like a toy doll. Balloons seem like a tinker of speedboats like a paper boat. In Liliput's country, I feel like a carpet, a feeling.
Once the boat was off, the speedboat pulled the balloon closer to the arrow, playing the whistle, gave me a signal to pull the rope. Due to the habit of disguising right left, I began to pull the ropes in the power of the ball, the balloon was no more. Meanwhile, it is shouting from the bottom to the throat that everyone is going to make the ropes straight, and the sound of the sea is reaching low in the air. In my ears, I am adding more force, At one point, the work was done, I realized and pulled down with a rope. By the time the darkness has fallen, the legs are full. I thought it was wrong, I could stay in the sky a little longer!
