Chennai to Bangalore

A few days ago I needed to go to Chennai to visit with a few of our missionaries. Terry was not going with me, so I decided to have Sampath (our driver) drive me, instead of flying. The distance is about 350 km or about 210 miles. Normally, the trip would take about 4 to 4.5 hours. 

As we were returning, we encountered a "bundt" or strike (political protest), which closed the road. With no advance warning, we simply were told we had to make a left turn, leaving the national highway and making our own way as best we could. This resulted in about 70 km (40 or so miles) of driving on dirt and narrow blacktop roads, through some very small Indian villages. The detour added about two or three hours to our trip.

I was negligent in not getting many pictures, (I did not want to slow down our travel by stopping for pictures) but I did try to be observant as we traveled about. (It is not hard to watch what the countryside when the vehicle is only traveling about 15 km per hour.)

Hindu Shrine along the National Highway

Without implying any criticism or judgment, here is a list of my observations - in no particular order:

Dusty, dirt roads

Old women carrying bundles of sticks home for cooking fires

Dirt roads through mango groves

Woman in the middle of the blacktop road thrashing grain

Tractor dealer in a small village with three new John Deere tractors lined up for sale

Man working on road repair crew spreading tarred gravel with his bare hands

Farmer with two, yoked oxen plowing his field

Sari clad women with  garlands of flowers, often jasmine, woven into their hair to enhance their femininity and attractiveness

Women and men carrying pots of water from the village well to their homes

Gaunt frail men sitting outside buildings with nothing to do

Dwelling places which ranged from large multi-roomed houses to thatched lean-to's

A small, dark one or two room dwelling, with a TV playing inside

Flocks of goats herded by the young and by the elderly

Smiling couples of all ages zipping along on motor scooters. Sometimes the women straddled the bike, with arms wrapped around their male driver. Others sat side saddle, in the most graceful manner imaginable.

Cattle grazing along the road, sometimes tethered, sometimes in herds, and occasionally being led on a rope by young people

Another Hindu shrine along the Highway

Groups of 4 - 10 bent over workers planting rice, in hopes of raising food and perhaps a little cash

Men and women carrying on physically demanding tasks, with faces showing little hope that tomorrow would be any different or better than today

People with a bright smiles for a spouse or child

Love manifested in the way a father walked a young child to school

Discouragement  or resignation on the face of a young mother with a toddler holding her hand and another child balanced on her hip  as she walked barefoot along the road

Well tended fields of sugar cane, bananas, coconuts, mangos, vegetables, and other food crops I did not recognize 

A view of a portion of the road we just traveled

Dry dusty fields showing the effects of years of insufficient rain

Tents and lean-tos of tarp and other makeshift materials set up under a bridge in a dry riverbed, constituting "home" for the very poor

A woman bathing in a stagnant pool in the same riverbed, as it was the only place she had to clean herself

Villages with streets lined with stalls of vendors selling colorful arrays  of onions, green vegetables, bananas, pineapples, and other fruits

Travel in India is very egalitarian. Everyone has the same claim to the road, be they walking, driving animals, traveling on a two wheeler, or ox cart, or pushing a bicycle laden with cargo, or driving a car a lorry (truck).

As we drove, I was impressed that these were Heavenly Father's children. He is as mindful of them as he is of me and my family. He loves them and expects me to do the same. Regardless of their circumstances, the Spirit testified that the Gospel of Jesus Christ will benefit the people of India.

I am grateful for the opportunity to be here in the wonderful, complex country, among wonderful children of Heavenly Father.