Cox's Bazar sludge flowing into the sea smelt terrible.
Our speedboat revved and took a sharp turn through the black sewage. It flashed past the wooden fishing trawlers moored haphazardly. The fishermen were lazing on the deck after the night's catch. They looked at us uninterestedly.
In two minute's time, the channel water turned green. The morning light caught the continuous water flowing through the cooling chambers of the ice factories by the shore.
In another few minutes, the signs of township disappeared and we were heading straight towards the Sonadia Island.