Saturday 1 February 2014

Narikel Jinjira alias Saint Martin's Island: revisited inSeptember 2013

This too was an untimely visit. It was still the monsoon season and few people choose to visit this tiny pretty island during this time. A bit unsure whether we'd take the risk- we finally decided to take this trip anyway. Starting off from Dhaka one night we finished this trip in 4 days and 5 nights altogether. Our trip route was Dhaka-Cox's Bazar-Chakoria Dula Hajara Safari Park-Saint Martin's Island-Cox'sBazar-Dhaka. I didn't focus on camera much for this trip. Yet, took some. In this post here are some of them: Saint Martin's Island's local name or original name is Narikel jinjira. Can't tell you meaning of Jinjira, but Narikel is coconut. There used to be lots of Coconut trees. There's a part of this small (6*4 km) island that is separated from the mainland during high tide. It's called Chhera Dwip (Torn or Separated Island). One can simply walk around to see the whole island. However, I lacked that interest mostly because I am not fit enough. Instead of walking and seeing the total island- I focused mostly on watching. I have a plan to go snorkeling in this only coral island of Bangladesh some time this year again. Saddest thing I noticed during this trip was lack of common sense among people, apart from the poverty of the local people livig in this small piece of natural beauty. Despite strong and repetitive requests from the Captain of the ship that took us to the island, people kept dropping their plastic bottles, cans, packages in water, smoking around and making noise loud enough to disturb the passengers of the entire boat. Sense of protecting the nature is yet to come among the common people in Bangladesh. Yet, promising point is that people do this much less than they did earlier.

a fisherman takes care of his fishing net

she is enchanted by the prettiest shore she has ever visited.........

the children of God........taking a swim early in the morning...couldn't take a better shot, alas!

perhaps this was the shore I have always imagined when I read The Blue lagoon for the first time ever. Every corner of this tiny island reminds me of The Blue Lagoon, although this place is no such island.......the mountains of Myanmar is within an hours' reach and with a population over thousands this just can't be one anyway 

these are all dead crabs lying on the muddy sands early in the morning. couldn't imagine what could've caused this...people eat them anyway. could it be because the fishermen failed to sell them? and neither could preserve?

there are the dead crabs in the shore with all the beauties ahead....sad, isn't it? (a man takes a walk) 

nature's son? innocence of childhood.......freedom of childhood

dogs and crows all hunting food near the jetty... this place is terribly in need of environmental laws and regulations enforcement

a wavy, sandy shore.......

a fishing net being dried up...theircottages are behind. the tower behind is a sign of modernization.....mobile networks are available in this island for over 6 years

fish being dried up.....pomphrets and other names that I don't know

a mirror for the evening clouds

mirror with coral stones

island children---most of them don't go to school. even if they go......they study nothing. these children are guides in full tourism seasn of winter and beggers and no-doers for the rest of the ear...some are refugees from Myanmar

she shines with the setting sun.......forgot her name. came to ask for money. when asked--she ate nothing in the morning...since there's no food she likes-boiled sweet-gourd and rice.....last night she ate some rice and same vegie. the only food available for free at times too wasn't available in the morning. 





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