 We came here  to paddle around the unknown green territory of Sylhet. Our five days  programme started from the night of Eid, relishing the happiness of Eid  in the shape of adventure. We are, after all, “Kewkradong,” a community  biased to adventure.
We came here  to paddle around the unknown green territory of Sylhet. Our five days  programme started from the night of Eid, relishing the happiness of Eid  in the shape of adventure. We are, after all, “Kewkradong,” a community  biased to adventure. Nine  bicycles were stacked close to that boy. David came up with an idea to  help out that kid, who is just the same age as his own kid Sheshthoo.  This veteran super commercial photographer could sense it before us as  he is a father of two kids. He requested us not to capture the child's  face, the light and the scene! You might get an award out of your click,  but does it really make sense to that pure soul?
Nine  bicycles were stacked close to that boy. David came up with an idea to  help out that kid, who is just the same age as his own kid Sheshthoo.  This veteran super commercial photographer could sense it before us as  he is a father of two kids. He requested us not to capture the child's  face, the light and the scene! You might get an award out of your click,  but does it really make sense to that pure soul? “Let's do something for the kid,” says David.
We tried to do as best as we could at that time. That made him happy! What else could have been that great as his silent smile? We loved that.
We tried to do as best as we could at that time. That made him happy! What else could have been that great as his silent smile? We loved that.
We started paddling. It was  dawn. Perfect soft sunlight and gentle sweet breeze was blowing in our  way. We were heading towards Komolganj following a sandwiched metalled  road though Lawachhara reserve forest. Tropical green forest was  welcoming us. Dew drops were logged on the leaves. Mist-covered road  took turn to give us a closer view of a tea garden belonging to the  Duncans. Pin-drop silence was only interrupted by the bhoooobhooooo  sound coming from the friction of tyres and road. Drizzling weather made  some delay on our sweating as the path is scrolling up and down. It  felt like heaven on the wheels while following any slop and let the  wheel roll. It was awesome when air was passing our ear making a hissing  sound! 
The sky was covered with black  cloud that resisted us from pulling out cameras so nothing could stop us  from enjoying the chill green Lawachhara forest. We were drifting quite  gently as few of us were not that used to in regular cycling. But the  “joss” of cycling inspired all of to run with fresh zeal. While resting,  we communicated with local enthusiastic faces watching us as if we were  some kind of aliens! Our helmets were the most attractive of all our  apparatus. We fixed panniers on our bike-carrier to keep all necessary  things -- food, repairing tools and accessories. 

By this time cloud moved away  for some time. But it was not that sunny as we were expecting. We went  to local police station of Kulaura and checked the places where we can  dwell for the first night. At last we got a place to pitch our tents. It  was raining and the grass field was muddy that's why we rested  ourselves over a long balcony of Kulaura Degree College. The news of our  arrival spread like anything so many people joined the party while  managing all loads and many more were standing outside the college  boundary wall. Head of the Department of English came and let us use the  compound. 
 Next  morning we were riding towards Juri, a new upazila of this territory,  as a resting point. The roads were nice. We had to encounter very few  vehicles on our way. Drivers waved and provide space for our safety.  This is a beauty, beauty of nature as well as the people and certainly  it is a bit unorthodox in a city like our beloved Dhaka!
Next  morning we were riding towards Juri, a new upazila of this territory,  as a resting point. The roads were nice. We had to encounter very few  vehicles on our way. Drivers waved and provide space for our safety.  This is a beauty, beauty of nature as well as the people and certainly  it is a bit unorthodox in a city like our beloved Dhaka! The road to Bianibazar was very  charming. Most of the time we faced uphill and downhill roads and we  enjoyed a lot while running down though any slope. Daylight disappeared  when we hit Bianibazar. Local people are well-off, which can easily be  understood by seeing the stores. But all of resting inns were closed due  to Eid vacation except Hotel Al-Fatah. As usual sub urban hotel, not  that clean, not that good but ok. 
Today we had to ride our  longest way, from Bianibazar to Jointapur. At first we decided to halt  at Kanaighat but favourable weather helped us do more. We took a turn  while crossing Shahbag, where we saw a massive banyan tree adjacent to a  beautiful mosque. We reached there by midday though it was raining. The  bank of river Surma was muddy and we had to struggle to load our fully  packed bicycles. Like other sub-urban cities, it was crowded and packed.  We took lunch in a local restaurant. We were about to ride to  Borochutul as everyone was saying that could be a place for tonight. But  few members went on and there was no other alternative but to catch  them up again. They have already reached Jointapur. We were far behind  due to taking pictures. It was beautiful out there, scenic, spectacular  and very picturesque, and very tough to resist anyone having a camera.  So again we spent almost an hour and a half. Scout team confirmed the  boarding and it was getting dark too. 
We came up with an idea of  changing our pre-fixed course and followed the route to Gowainghat. We  were slow like snails because we had no fixed destination for tonight.  So literally we were google-ing around unknown, where we can spend the  night. Got it! A beautiful grass field surrounded by bushes, with a long  canal beside. So we settled at the eye-catching campsite with three  tents and nine bicycles. 
Next day we ended our trip via Salutikor and caught our bus from Sylhet. 
 
 
 
 
 
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