The return journey from the lonely island in the Indian Ocean | Flashback of a sunlit dream

LONELY PLANET described St. Martin's Island with the phrase 'tomorrow never come', but for the average traveler, tomorrow will eventually come, and farewells are inevitable. Because it was Eid al-Adha, the owner of the hotel we stayed at invited all the guests to have curry beef. After the meal, it was about time to pack up and head to the pier to take the cruise back to Teknaf. The Keari Sindbad company's ship looked like a steel beast. The cruise ship departed from the pier on time at three o'clock, and St. Martin's Island gradually turned into a silhouette under the intense sunlight, just like when we arrived. The stability of the ship gave a strong sense of security, and I quickly fell asleep under the cool sea breeze. The sea breeze lulled people to sleep, and the short rest invigorated the spirit. The ship sailed right in the middle of the Naaf River, and the coastline of Myanmar could be clearly seen from the opposite side. The golden coast, tall coconut groves, distant mountains, Buddhist golden pagodas with their spires poking out, and incongruously, a series of white cement pillars forming a barbed wire fence stretched along the entire coastline, with a watchtower every kilometer or two, displaying an attitude starkly different from its neighbor. Then I saw the long pier of Shahparirdwip, like a dream under the sunlight, which remained in my memory for many years to come. In the evening, the mangrove island Jaliadwip appeared in sight, and the pier opposite, Teknaf Ship Jetty, was the final destination.