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When I was in my twenties I took the hippy trail through Asia. From Australia I took planes, boats, buses and taxis up through south east Asia to India. In India I travelled mostly in old steam trains. These days when I catch a train from my country home to the city the three hour journey makes me restless but back then I was happy to sit on crowded trains for days on end.
Images from those journeys are still with me – beautiful Indian women running for shelter from the monsoon rains with their bright pink and orange saris flowing out behind them – a young child sitting cross legged on the neck of a water buffalo as it waded all black and glossy through a shallow river – fleeting glimpses of decorative temples silhouetted by the setting sun. Once, as the train roared through a small town, I…
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