'Dovane' rested for around 10 minutes and began the excursion once more. This time the goal is 'Bamboo' (2310 m). I saw a ton of bamboo trees around that place, subsequently the name. What's more, seeing the stature, many may have comprehended that this time we need to go down once more. We needed to move for about 60 minutes, not very steep, yet the pressure of strolling couldn't take the body any longer.
My strolling speed was more slow than previously. In the wake of getting up for 60 minutes, we began slipping once more. Be that as it may, the perspective on this spot was wonderful. The wellspring runs at the edge of the slope, a little iron scaffold over that wellspring. Close to it again a tremendous shaft. When it slips your mind, you don't need to take a gander at it once more. In certain spots, the star is given once more. We began sliding the huge stone steps. I saw a Korean Siri coming up from the other way. To ridicule him, I stated, unfortunate, you need to go upstairs. The supervisor gave me that one way of thinking, 'Life is this way, a few times you go up, at some point you go down'. I ate Shuina Tabda.
About an hour later I arrived at Bamboo. The spot is down and out the slope. The houses are old and broken down. Some time back we came to see a spot like Dovan and were disturbed to see our bamboo. Because of the enormous trees around, there was nothing but bad view. Here we represented lunch. It was about half past early afternoon.
I went out in the first part of the day to eat a few noodles. Up until now, the sport of kabaddi has begun in the stomach with hunger. I immediately requested lunch. Here I met the American rec center. I met him a couple of times later. One who is continually grinning. He said that he needed to come to Bangladesh to visit, however he was unable to get up in time. I gave him a rundown of where he ought to really go in Bangladesh.
Sooner or later he bid farewell and left. I made an effort not to plunk down yet to walk a little with the goal that my body would not get cold. Be that as it may, what to walk, I went to twist my legs a bit, maybe somebody had embedded a hot iron shackle in my leg. I hacked in torment. I disclosed to myself that it was just 3 hours and I could scarcely get up.
I began again after lunch. Seeing that our guide's food would be late, he said that on the off chance that we began strolling, it may be past the point of no return. This time my speed was divided. With each progression it appeared that removes would originate from the eyes in torment. In any case, without letting anybody get anything, I kept getting up gradually, and continued saying in my psyche that there were just 3 hours left, some way or another I continued onward.