Postshttp://kadambarid.in/posts/index.atom2020-05-30T13:32:19ZKadambari DevarajanNikolaJourneys Through Six Continentshttp://kadambarid.in/posts/travel/journeys.html2017-07-31T19:00:00+05:302017-07-31T19:00:00+05:30Kadambari Devarajan<div><div class="figure align-center">
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<p class="caption"><em>Somewhere in Ladakh</em></p>
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<p>It’s like any other addiction, I suppose. One needs a fix, maybe not right away, but the hankering continues until satisfaction looms inches away. The frequency varies but the desperation rarely does. One can feel it in the bones, evoking a very physical response. Occasionally living vicariously feeds it, but mostly it makes it worse. Like other addictions, it invariably causes problems. Especially of the financial kind. How does one without deep pockets feed the habit?</p>
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<p class="caption"><em>Lone tiger in a scrub forest</em></p>
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<p>Wanderlust is both my purpose and undoing, all at the same time. This addiction to travel drives me to the ends of the earth and drags me into unpredictable experiences. It has been this way for as long as I can remember. Even as a kid, if I was not outdoors and on my feet, I could be found on a tree, book in hand, reading about faraway lands. It’s an integral part of me, makes me who I am. Never believe someone who claims to be free of addictions. And never befriend them if they truly are so.</p>
<p>I am a millennial but my travels make me feel older. Wiser, you ask? Ah, that I’m not too sure of. A wise woman never calls herself wise, anyway.</p>
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<p><em>"Just think, I almost got to repeat Mark Twain's most famous line of all: the reports of my death are greatly exaggerated."</em></p>
<p>-- Stephen J. Gould, <a class="reference external" href="http://www.stat.berkeley.edu/users/rice/Stat2/GouldCancer.html">The Median Isn't the Message</a></p>
<p>It is now five months since I stepped out of Bombay. Almost to the day. I can't remember the last time I was in one place for so long. One can count and recount almost every visit outside of the home that was not to a hospital. If the monotony has been insufferable, the breaks have been more so. I'm not sure which I prefer, to hide in the daily routines or to run from the unforeseen experiences. I have come to trust the stability of things. Like the constant, unchanging view of the rain tree outside my window. And, the unpredictable but daily, metronomic call of the coppersmith barbet, that became my diurnal lullaby.</p>
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<p>The <em>Iguazu</em> (Iguassu or Iguacu) <em>Falls</em>, considered amongst the world's largest waterfalls, straddle the state of <em>Parana</em> in <em>Brazil</em> and the province of <em>Misiones</em> in <em>Argentina</em>. They form a semicircular shape, running some 2.7 km along the <em>Iguazu</em> river, and divide the river into upper and lower parts. They are said to be the result of a volcanic eruption which led to the formation of a large crack on the earth's surface. The <em>Iguazu Falls</em> are said to be made up of some 275 smaller falls, many of which have their own name (such as <em>Bosetti Falls</em>, <em>Devil's Throat</em>, and <em>San Martin's Falls</em>), with the Devil's Throat (<em>Garganta del Diablo</em> in Spanish) being the tallest of them all at a spectacular 80 m height.</p>
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<p class="caption"><em>The Iguazu Falls</em></p>
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<p class="caption"><em>Desert sunset</em></p>
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<p>A few months ago, I went on a hike with my extended family in one of the many wonderful State Parks that dot the state of Texas. By the end of the short, two mile trail, I received the comment - "You know, we are usually through with the trail in half hour or so!" We had taken about four hours to complete the same trail, all thanks to my birding. Just for perspective, a half mile or less stretch took our class of fifteen students more than 3 hours, when the focus shifted to the 'teeming small creatures', on a field trip for our course on Invertebrate Ecology. With that shift in scale, when one stops to look at every little thing that is best seen with a magnifying glass, time shifts in scale too, me thinks.</p>
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<p>The <a class="reference external" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maasai_Mara">Masai Mara</a> is synonymous with wildlife, safaris, and an event that has come to be called the <em>'great migration'</em>. Mention Africa, and a picture of game from here springs to mind right away: zebras and giraffes, wildebeest and hippopotami, lions and cheetahs, amidst the tall grasses of the savannahs and murky pools of the waterholes. The Masai Mara National Reserve is the best known of Kenya's parks and reserves, and along with the <a class="reference external" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serengeti">Serengeti</a>, epitomizes Africa and the word <em>'safari'</em>.</p>
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<p>Contiguous with the Serengeti National Park in Tanzania, the Mara is a large game reserve in Narok County in south-western Kenya, just below the equator. It is named in honor of the ancestral inhabitants of the area, the <a class="reference external" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maasai_people">Masai people</a>, and their description of the landscape when seen from afar, <em>Mara</em>. In the Masai language, "<em>mara</em>" means "spotted"; the plains do indeed seem dotted with trees, shrubs, herds of animals, and shadows from the clouds, along the <a class="reference external" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Savanna">savanna</a>.</p>
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<p>The buildings seemed to reek of history, the streets too ... The entire city, actually. I occasionally felt transported back to medieval times - the city truly seemed to come alive with history while still being somewhat cosmopolitan.To add to the charm, it has been home to the who's who of the literary world, from Sir Walter Scott to J.K.Rowling, and McCall Smith of course. Every nook had a story to tell, quaint pubs with quaint-er names would beckon silently for an experience from an earlier age, filled with tales of famous regulars, long dead now and rolling in their grave ...</p>
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<p>All was quiet. A respite from the almost constant music of the wind. Nothing moved. The lake was a dark marble of reflections and surprises. A pause. But not for long. The wind blew gentle ripples on the still and placid waters of the lake. Everything above the surface of the water was a haze of deep purple and saffron, thanks to the setting sun. The skyline was smudged with undulating hills of a dark green, the peaks wrapped in a blanket of white clouds. It was an alien landscape. Silent, beautiful, desolate, and surreal. One could hear the wind conducting multiple distinct orchestras.</p>
<p>The swish of the chilly breeze so characteristic of being in the mountains and the grating noise of our bike cutting through the harsh wind. When you stop, lost in the spectacular beauty of the terrain, you hear the ripple of the small waves being sculpted on the surface of the water. The gentle rustling of the leaves on the occasional tree. There is magic in the air. The lake is the prestige of a master illusionist. The colors play tricks on my eyes, metallic splotches of shades in a tapestry of modern art that change with the light. Rock formations jump out, a fluoroscent green where the rock touches the waters of the lake that then erupts into a pastel riot of colors. A miniature volcano of hues.</p>
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<p class="caption"><em>Land ahoy! The island of Bali as seen from the Bali Sea.</em></p>
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<p class="caption"><em>Shadow play</em></p>
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<p>RACISTS by Kunal Basu;
Penguin Books, New Delhi, 2006;
Pages 214, Rs.250</p>
<p><em>Racists</em> by Kunal Basu, is a poignant tale of the scientific racism that was rampant in nineteenth century Europe. The title, simple and suggestive, reeks of what is to come, but falls short in that it is too direct while one begins to anticipate allegorical nibbles and analogies. Considering that racism is an area that is widely discussed but rarely explored with quality literary works even harder to find, it is considered politically taboo thereby stifling true scientific discourse and hence, literary appreciation is due. But think fiction with a spine of racism, and the incomparable <a class="reference external" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_Kill_a_Mockingbird">To Kill a Mockingbird</a> will still race all others to the top, although it is a trifle unfair to compare these two with their totally different narratives. The similarities end with the boy-girl duo on which the narratives are built with the sole similarity in style being the <em>bildungsroman</em> approach of both, wherein the protagonists evolve physically and mentally with the flow of the story.</p>
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