At
5 am, a thick dark fog hung about, as we heading south into the
Sundarbans from the Chandpai forest station in southern Bangladesh.
A few kilometres on, visibility beyond the prow fell to near zero, forcing us to dock mid-river.
Voices
rang out from somewhere in the thick blur: fishermen singing to signal
their presence. Occasionally, a low dinghy would row quietly by, unseen
until it was almost upon us. In the distance, a ship boomed its
approach. Our boat master shook his head in concern. He revved up the
engine and guided us into a khal, a channel.
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