Written by Luke Gillian
Thrown at the web around 08/04/2001 04:48:56
India is a vast and glorious country and training across India is the closest you may get to seeing the true heart and diversity of the country. Mile after mile, endless stretches of palm lined fields, rice paddies, ploughed earth capture the senses; your eyes locked on the passing rural existence, understandably completely non-plussed, if not entirely unaware, by your presence -speeding past, if not motionless for yet another unscheduled period of time.
Though many of the sights remain the same for many countless miles, every now and again a stunning piece of nature crossed with engineering has you leaping for the camera before the rice paddies again dominate the landscape. This scene is thereabouts half way between Chennai and Calcutta, close to Visakhapatnam.
The bridge our train was on was exactly the same as the giant 'double decked' bridge in the distance, the stone bridge in the foreground, an unrequired monument to history. The four wheeled vehicles travel above the train that creates an echoed steel hum in crossing the flooded tributuary, one of very few flowing waterways on this 32 hour journey, that takes you from the hubbub of Kolkata; the 'City of Joy' to Chennai; the 'City where Australia lost the test series so our joy was somewhat lacking'!
Luke Gillian 08/04/2001 04:48:56