confuse....

It had been six months since I wrote down anything…tons of event had occurred and I was disturbed and not in the mood to write anything ….

From Yun’s choice of college, traffic accident, rabbits fallen ill till job disturbance…anyone of it could lead to an insomniac night…

I am glad most of the events were settled and I could take a temporary rest at the moment, but frankly said, there are still a few events which might get out of control anytime..

the journey to Chandpur

The small bus charted had picked us up at 6am from the airport and we were scheduled to board the 7:30am ship to Chandpur. It was a short trip of 5km but it had taken us 1+ hour to reach the pier. The last 500m was the culprit as the road to the dock was filled with peoples and vehicles. The small bus could hardly moved initially but the bus driver had squeezed our way and we finally reached the dock.

It was a double storeys boat which looked something like the ferry in the Huckleberry Finn. The missioner had bought us 1^st class ticket with cabin. Air-conditioned room with bed was allocated to us. Although I was very tired from the red eye flight, I couldn’t close my eyes as I was so disturbed by what I had seen. It is definitely a developing country; uncountable bricks company along the river back, transportation ship, fisher boat had filled the river. 

The ship's canteen was selling delicious food but I was reluctant to take any as the missioner had kept warning us regarding about dysentery they had been through eating outside food. Some prata was distributed among us and I found that it was nothing difference that what I had in the past.

We arrived at the pier of Chandpur 5 hrs later. A few tuk-tuk were hired and the ride was as dangerous as I could imagined; 2 person stuck at the front seat with the driver with 3 more person at the backseat. Half of my body was hanging outside the tuk-tuk. Luckily the ride was a short one.

The mission house was along the stadium road opposite the railway and river canal. It had a large pond besides it. 1 office at the front a small path along the pond led to a 3 storeys hostel.

A kiwi based foundation ran the facilities which consists a hostel for students from the mountain area. The students was recommended by the local village headman and sent to Chandpur which was 2-3 days travelling from their original village. The boys stay in the hostel and studied at the mission school 1+km away. The mission school is a foreign school which teaching medium is English. It is a private school which is available to those affordable only.

I had stayed in the hostel for the next 4 days...It was an eventful tour and I had learnt a lot. When I left the place, I decided that I would do something to change my situation.

The flight back to K city was smooth; red eye flight and I arrived in Survanabumi Airport early in the morning and made a transit back to K city later.

I acted to change my life after the trip....