Field Stories on the Island...
Words can't express certain stories and incidents. On April 1st evening, we started to reach our mangrove site by boat with our field tracker and native people (18 members) of the village on the Island. It takes two hours to reach our destination jetty. When we started, the sky became dark, and we were getting clouded. Our boatmen, to make fun, he said CYCLONE CYCLONE. Suddenly a lady cried, seriously tensed, and hurried boatmen to go back to the jetty - where the place we started. Our boatmen just smiled and said, 'CALM,' there's nothing to worry about, and we will be safe. At that time, it rained, and people (villagers) protected their groceries and goods by keeping them in huge plastic bags. For half of our journey, we were drowned in the rain. Before we reached the arrival jetty (after 2 hours)., we were welcomed by lighting and millions of stars above my head. While lightning, I can see standing dead trees (post-tsunami dead trees) come into the light for a second ...