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Now where did I stop my story previously…..hmmm……oh! I remember, so I hung up on my mom and started the bus journey towards Cox’s Bazar as there was no direct bus to Teknaf back at that time. Our plan was to reach Cox’s Bazar and take a local bus to Teknaf.
Boy o boy, what a journey it was. This was the first time I was going away from home all by myself with people of my age ( I was Going lalalallalalalaaaaaaaa in my head and heart). The next morning we reached our destination and stayed at Teknaf for the night. Early in the morning, at the crack of dawn (I added the last part for a dramatic effect) we started our trek towards Baharchora, our very first destination.

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Bundled up with all our worldly possessions at that trip we walked for almost 4 hours non-stop on the soft sand. At first nothing bothered us; it was the most beautiful summer day of my life. Let me try to describe the scenario to you all, we were walking along the sea beach with the sea on one side and a small but continuous patch of Shal forest on the other with mountains lying beyond that. To me, it is one of the most beautiful places in the world. But, after walking for long hours…hehehhe…lets just say the place started to look a little less charming. My feet were not killing me; it was more like picking me with a blunt needle real hard. We decided to rest becasue Raka and I both threatened Auntu that we would make him carry our packs otherwise. Well the reason that Auntu was so reluctant to stop was because, the area was very risky.
Finally at mid-day we reached the army camp marked on our map where they informed us that we have covered almost 20km and Baharchora was approximately further 8 km away. The three of us rounded up on Auntu like a pack of wild Hyaenas, but upon seeing that he was genuinely sorry, we decided to forgive him. We huffed and puffed under the summer sun and finally reached Baharchora our very first rest stop, it was early in the evening.
My dear friends! That was not the end of our struggle, upon arriving we saw that in order to get into the village we have to cross a mud-filled ditch or walk a further 2km, everyone except I voted for the first option and I had to give in…
http://www.thedailystar.net/rising/2004/07/01/index.htm

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Photograph by Salman Saeed

Thursday 4th September ’08”, I decided that I will join the International Coastal Cleanup that will take place at Cox’s Bazar. The bus was about to leave at 10 o clock so in a haste I packed my backpack and called SALMAN SAYEED a co-coordinator of the program and told him that I want to go. He was reluctant and asked me to join them directly at Cox’s Bazar. Well me being myself, called Ujjal bhai and told him that ” I really really reallyyyyyyyyy want to go”, so, Ujjal bhai informed me that I can go in his place. Thus, in the entire program my name became Ashraful Zaman Ujjal.

Photograph by Salman Saeed
Photograph by Salman Saeed
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Photograph by Salman Saeed
Photograph by Salman Saeed
Photograph by Salman Saeed

Enough of my personal story, now, I am about to enlighten you about the Coastal Cleanup Program. It is the day when people in different countries gather with trash bags in their sea beaches to collect the pollutant of the beaches. So on 5th of September ’08, hundreds of people gathered at Laboni Parjatan resort to start the procession rally towards the beach.

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Photograph by Salman Saeed

The large group consisted to people from 8 to 50 year old people. After the traditional photo-shoot session, many groups of 10 were formed and given glove and trash-bags to collect all the non – biodegradable objects from the beach,We were successful in collecting almost 60kg trash (I’m not sure about the data) from an area of 5km of the beach. The main component of the trash was cigarette filters, plastic bottle caps and coconut remains. All the participants of the program were given a certificate for attending. It was a great trip arranged by a well disciplined group of youngsters, who worked for hours on end without complaining. 

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