Travel
Oi
Rangamatir Poth
Srabonti
NArmeen Ali
It
does not occur to most people how diverse Bangladesh is. With
Dhaka being the capital and the majority of the population
being Bangalis, one feels that they know Bangladesh in its
entirety, or all that they need to know. Unfortunately, many
people leave it at that and never bother to find out what
else there is to offer. I do not know whether I fall into
this particular category, or whether I should label myself
as just plain lazy, but I too, confess to be one of these
"ignorant people." I consider a trip outside of
Dhaka to be a picnic to Gazipur, or an excursion to Fantasy
Kingdom.
However,
this weekend, after a lot of convincing and pleading from
my friends, I took a walk on the wild side and decided to
accompany them to Rangamati and Bandarban, making sure I packed
the main necessities: my cell phone charger, extra toilet
paper, make-up, mosquito repellant, and lots of deodorant.
Our trip
started on Thursday afternoon when some of the people in our
group took the afternoon Biman flight to Chittagong. There
was a group that had already left Dhaka in the morning by
car, one person who had taken an earlier flight and another
group that would be taking a later flight into the city. The
expected head count was fourteen. I was expecting half of
us to not make it. There were just too many people coming
at too many different times, and I wondered how we were ever
going to coordinate. Nevertheless we all made it, and after
resting for a few hours (and waiting for our entire group
to convene) in Chittagong, we set out for Rangamati by car.
It
was quite a sight, I'm sure for the locals--four jeeps choc-a-block
full of people, driving through the city of Chittagong and
out into the so-called wilderness. My nerves were already
shot -- what if there were snakes? I hate snakes. A friend
of mine expressed her fear of lizards. Both of us were not
comforted when we were told very enthusiastically by our friends
who had been there before that there were plenty of both in
Rangamati and that we would be sure to come across them in
our journey. I was not at all happy with this information
so I focused on the scenery flashing by through the car window.
Slowly, but surely, the concrete buildings and shops of the
city faded away and were replaced with hut houses and small
villages with little to no electricity. It was interesting,
also, to see that the women from the various indigenous groups
were out working alongside the men, and carrying loads that
were just as heavy as the ones the men were carrying. A truly
advanced society, in which, women are much more liberated
than the Bangali women in the cities.
We reached
Rangamati a little after sunset and despite being tired and
knowing that we had an early morning the next day, we went
to see the Hanging Bridge after dining at the Bangladesh Parjatan
Hotel. Although it was dark and there was hardly any light,
we found our way with torches. I went to sleep thinking that
there was no way we would be able to get up the next day at
6:30am. Once again, I was pleasantly surprised to see that
all fourteen of us were up by 7am, ready to have breakfast
before going on a boat trip.
Our
boat stopped at many different places, including a Buddhist
temple, a waterfall which, unfortunately had dried out and
even an old army camp on an island which the Shanti Bahini
had bombed. For lunch we stopped at a quaint resort by the
name of Peda Ting Ting. The restaurant was on stilts
on top of the lake. We had a great view while tasting the
local delicacies of the area.
After
lunch we headed back to the hotel to get ready to leave for
the second half of our journey. We left Rangamati and began
our three-hour drive up the long, windy, hilly path to Bandarban.
The ride was definitely not as smooth as the one to Rangamati.
Although the roads were relatively alright, our cars were
constantly winding this way and that, causing most of us to
feel queasy. Thankfully there were no throw-up incidents and
after taking a few breaks along the way, we reached the Parjatan
Hotel in Bandarban in one piece. Since we were all tired from
the past two days we had an early night and got up the next
morning ready to go sightseeing in Bandarban. Our first stop
was Chimbuk, the highest accessible area in Bangladesh. Again
the roads were extremely windy and slightly broken, but once
we saw the view from the top, we figured it was worth it after
all. Our guide for the day then told us that he was going
to take us to a Chakma village. We were all very excited but
what he failed to mention was that the village itself was
at the bottom of a hill, and we would have to climb down about
200 metres to get to the village. After much maneuvering and
stepping this way and that (some of the really smart girls
-- me included -- had decided to wear sandals instead of sneakers)
we found our way into the village, which seemed abandoned
at first.
Most of
its inhabitants had seen us coming and had gone into their
houses, but a few children came out and very happily posed
for our cameras. We city-slickers were very impressed when
we found a solar panel on top of one of the houses, until
we were told by our slightly amused guide that many villages
have houses with solar panels.
By
then we realised that half of us had to start their long car
ride back to Dhaka, while the other half had to get back to
Chittagong to catch a plane. We set out for Chittagong a little
after three and thankfully reached in time to catch our flight.
At the airport I heaved a sigh of relief because I had not
had any encounters with snakes or anything of the kind.
It is
amazing that in just three days, a city gal like me can actually
want to see more of Bangladesh (minus the snakes, of course).
I am the comfort loving type -- the type that needs a proper,
clean bathroom (preferably Western style), hot water, a fan
if not A.C., and clean bedsheets and toilet paper. The tourist
areas of Bangladesh, as beautiful as they are, are not known
to have the cleanest and most hygienic facilities, but all
that aside, it's still worth the trip and worth roughing it
when you are with good people whose company you enjoy. And
although my interactions with the indigenous communities were
limited, the trip itself was enough to remind me of how integral
these remote communities are to Bangladesh, how much we can
learn from them and how much they contribute to the diversity
of our nation.
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