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2010-07 India: Madurai & On the way to Chennai

The title of this post somewhat elucidates a random mapping we made from the North of Kerala back upon ourselves to Trivandrum all the way down and round southern tip of India towards the town of Madurai, next stop along the way. Having braved our first day journey towards Kochi on the train 24 hours earlier we now prepared for our first overnight. The first challenge was getting on the train. To the uninitiated this may seem like a no-brainer however with large toting packs, fatigue from the day’s rain and the inevitable confusion propagated by asking people questions and getting multiple different answers the question of which train, when and where was not entirely apparent. Which train very quickly resolved itself as the hulking goliath powered into the station and with it the when however the where remained occult – specifically – Indian trains are in general huge, with no exception here, so it was not simply a question of waiting on the platform but also in the vicinity of our carriage to ensure that we gain our journey. Picture this: at the final moment as the train is about to depart we finally establish that our coach is 5 or 10 down from the one we were currently attempting to board. Navigating the internals of these coaches to transition from one to the next is next to impossible as they are so crowded, let alone the same prospect with our heavily laden bags. Adam and I ran as fast as we could, throwing our bags onto the train and bailing in just as the train started to pull away. This would turn out to be a forebear of a later misadventure where we were not so lucky.

By the morning and after a fitful sleep modulated by being hyperconscious about our belongings we woke up somewhere around the Horn of India on our way to Madurai, our bags still chained to our beds with padlocks and strong wire netting. When I woke I looked out the window to the yellowed hazy glass (a rarity on Indian trains as I was to find)… I have a strong recollection of my sentiments at the time of this photo – in an almost dreamlike somehow felt as if I was being drawn back in time to the 70s – as a child in a hairdressers in America – staring out the window through Ocre sunglasses. I snapped this photo is the train stock rolled out of the station.

Train Stop in the morning
Train Stop in the morning

We eventually made it to Madurai. We struggled to find our accommodation, almost expiring in the new heat of Tamil Nadu as a very real contrast to the more temperate climes of the Western Kerala we had left just hours before. After a Thali lunch we explored the town including one of the old palaces and the famous central temple. I never made it into the inner sanctum as I was inappropriately attired – I had chosen shorts because of the heat and failed spectacularly in buying the appropriate covering from a roadside salesman – instead purchasing some sort of small towel for an wildly inflated price of several hundred rupees. Whilst waiting for Adam to explore the internals I snapped this curious shot on the front of the shop. Modelling Diana Princess of Wales exeunt as the patient of their goods. A most bizarre situation seeing as the sign must’ve been printed a good time after her death.

Diana Memorabilia
Diana Memorabilia

Similarly back in Trivandrum I had spotted this photo – I wonder how she would feel of her visage being used in such a way.

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That evening we had dinner on a rooftop of a hotel overlooking the lights in the distance of the temple. Later because there was a festival we walked round the town dancing and interacting the locals. Photos of me taking pictures here which I seem to have lost which in my mind’s eye were lovely and intimate – especially those of women. As a man in India is very difficult to interact with women – they are often out of sight and the majority of your interactions (I think this robbery holds true for women travellers as well ) are with men. Sadly these photos have been lost somewhere in time.

After Madurai we made an interim stop in the town of Thanjavur. This was one of my most enjoyable days of my adventure in India. However – due to the spectacular failure of the spare batteries I bought the journey through India (I’d cheaped out on Amazon replicas – and the double failure of my battery chargers) I do not have any photos of my own (or at least if I do I lost them alongside those from the nights activities and Madurai) alongside and my memory is somewhat replete. The essence of my recall of this place was that It was one of the friendliest towns we visited, from in the hotel we took up just the day’s sightseeing to the central temple at dusk where we sat and watched the sun go down with families committing to the end of the day’s prayers in such an incredible place.

To summon up the images I have appropriated a couple of Adam’s photos (above) to demonstrate the power of the place as well as to articulate some of the Madurai experience. One of our long-standing regrets which we reflected on several times throughout our journey was a refusal to take up the offer to join the dinner on the families who met with us that evening. In the end we had a rather disappointing meal in a dirty restaurant on the side of the road after much of a struggle to find the place so thoroughly “recommended” by the Lonely Planet guide. It would have been a meal where neither side spoke each other’s language but by simple non-verbal communication shall we would have got along and it would have been a deep pleasure to has had such an experience. Carpe diem! That should have been the order of the day. But by the evening we were already rolling towards Chennai.