After a very relaxed morning we left the muddy shores of our camp for Daulat Dia, the confluence of Ganga, which is known as Padma here, and Jamuna, originally known as Brahmaputra in India. Padma looses her identity here and the combined waters flow on as Jamuna—a massive river spread over miles. Soon after we reached Paturia ghat, where huge ocean going ship size ferries ply from the Dhaka side to southern areas of Bangladesh. After a short break at Paturia, we reached Mawoa ghat, another ferry point. There were few large boats her to ferry people and cargo and a lot of fiberglass speed boats, ferrying people in various directions. The river here was very lively with young boys zipping around their small boats with about a dozen passengers on board. Today is Id but in the small market around the ghat we could see no sign of festivities.
One visible aspect of villages along the river here is that they are surrounded with thick vegetation. There are coconut, beetle nut, jack fruit, mango and banana trees all around. The main crop here is rice and jute but they also grow a lot of vegetables.
After almost an hour on the river we chose to camp on an island called Babur Char. Although this place has cultivation all around and there were few cows grazing when we came in, there are just a few spaced out huts visible in the distance and only once in a while a visitor passes by our camp. The river bank with its gradual slope is ideal for an evening dip and everyone splashed around a lot before settling down to the daily chores of lighting fire, cooking, charging batteries with generator, writing blog, uploading etc.