Rotating disease, much like poor horse disease. Although it is a disease, it is socially recognized. Therefore, the number of patients increases during long vacations. Eid-ul-Azha is a nine-day holiday.
And the kingdom of the clouds is adorned with unearthly beauty in the rain. Due to the unprecedented improvement in communication. Sajek is now a favorite destination for travel lovers.
Sajak Valley can be visited at any time. However, in the softness of the monsoon, beauty comes in the form of mountains. And you will be mesmerized by the romantic weather of Sajek like the mood of Bibi who changes from time to time. Also the sky here touches the blue of the horizon and sleeps reclining on the hill.
The clouds dance and the horizon dances. Although its location is in Baghaichhari upazila of Rangamati district, communication is easy through Dighinala of Khagrachhari.
When I reached Khagrachhari it was 8.30 am. When I went to drive the jeep (moon) car, I saw a gathering of tourists.
After getting the route clearance at 10:30 in the morning, rows of vehicles started running from the Baghaihat security check post. We saw many small rivers in the folds of the valley including Kasalong, Masalang, Maini. One of them is Sajak. The Sajek Union is named after the Sajek River.
The road from Baghaihat to Sajek is quite exciting. The sight of rows and rows of jeeps plying the winding mountain road and the bushes swaying in the wind also shook the mind.
It was as if the shrubs were waving their hands like indigenous children. The feeling of the roller coaster was quite enjoyable on the way up and down the hill. After a break at Tiger Tila Army check post and Machalang market, we reached Sajek at half past one in the afternoon.
I check in at the hotel and order lunch. Food prices and lists are the same in all stores. In the afternoon, in the afternoon, the highest peak of Sajek is Kangla.
Ruiluipara is the first of the clean sajek of small footpath. Where hotels and resorts and at the end of the top of the Kanlak hill Kanlakapara. The walking distance between the two neighborhoods is 30-40 minutes, some paved and some methapath.
Lusai, Pankua and Tripura live here. There is perhaps much to be learned from the struggling lives of simple simple indigenous people in beautiful mountains like nature. The Lusai Hills of India can be seen from Kanlak Para. Mizoram in India to the east of Sajek and Tripura in the north.
Dighinala of Khagrachari in the west and Langadu of Rangamati in the south. Their education, social ties and life flow with the neighboring country Mizoram. Travel to Sajek Valley is futile if you do not reach the top of Kanlak. From here, looking at the green hills and sea of clouds, it seems that I have come to Darjeeling.
It was pitch dark all around as we descended the Kanlak hill. When I came, I saw a magical nymph dressing in the night dress of Ruilui neighborhood. You may think of another country inside the country. You can enjoy the joy of travel by flying bamboo chicken, barbecue, campfire, lanterns.
Tourists understand Ruilui and Kanlak Para as Sajek. But there are also many more beautiful places. These unseen villages in the Sajek Valley are as beautiful as the picture. People's eyesight is getting out of control due to backwardness in security and communication.
Clouds lurk on the porch in the morning. Favorite season with the rainy season. I got back the drizzle of childhood stolen rain, the rumble of tin rice.
Because the sky is overcast, the sun cannot be seen. Clouds on the porch, time spent in the luxury of rain. As soon as the sky cleared we ran towards the helipad. By then the sky of Sajek was illuminated by the light of the sun.
White clouds like combed cotton in the folds of the mountain. With glitter resistance. Everything around is sparkling crystal. After breakfast on the way from the helipad, check out at the hotel at 9 o'clock and catch the army scoot and reach Khagrachhari. The clock strikes 1.30 pm.
In Khagrachhari itself, there are high and low green hills for lunch, the scenic kingdom of Rishang Jharna, rolling down the slopes of the mountains with the endless beauty of nameless wildflowers. From there Arbari Hills or Alutila.
Alutila cave or mysterious tunnel located 6 km away from Khagrachhari town. The locals call it Matai Hakar or the cave of the gods. The inside of the dark cave was quite thrilling. Evening on the way back to see the hanging bridge.
This time I am counting down the hours to return to the magic city at the bus counter, and I am thinking - I don't know if the difficult numbers of life will match very easily. But I am returning from the realm of clouds with confidence and some sweet memories. Because Roy M. Goodman said - remember happiness is a way to travel, not a destination.