A River Runs Through It….

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from  the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.

Norman Maclean

It isn’t that I do not appreciate the beauty of oceans. I have so often revelled in the sound of the sea, been lulled into sleep by the rhythm of calming waves washing over soft sandy beaches. Have been awed by the sheer fury of a stormy sea relentlessly pummelling magnificent craggy cliffs and experienced the blissful silent stillness far out in the middle of the ocean on terrifying catamaran rides.

It is a gently flowing river, however, that runs through my nostalgic daydreams.

I suspect my connection with rivers goes beyond the fact that I grew up beside one. It feels like a genetic memory tied to a time long before paved roads replaced the waterways to ancestral villages where row boats were the preferred modes of transport.

My oldest memories are intertwined with rivers and boats. Much anticipated visits to ancestral homes along the backwaters. Endless summer evenings spent on the stone benches along its banks watching otter mums fiercely protecting their pups from ours. Watching roof tiles being loaded onto boats that carried them to waiting dhows on the horizon.

I learned early that rivers aren’t always benign. One time, a young girl, the teenaged sister of a labourer in our tile factory went missing. Two days later her body was found several miles upstream. I remember pre-empting my mother’s ban and quietly slipping away from the back door with a cousin to join the crowd gawking around their house. The horror of that day has long faded, but the picture of the disfigured face of that unfortunate girl still pops into my mind when I remember the river. And then the memories of good times crowd it out.

I didn’t ‘see’ the river then. Never perceived it as a thing of beauty. Didn’t realise how much a part of my subconscious it was and would continue to be. It was just there. Swollen brown in the incessant monsoons of the region. Diminished but bright jade in the summer sun.

What a beautiful world it was once. At least a river of it was.

I only have that one image of the river from my childhood. But let me take you on a virtual journey through some special river moments I have gathered from around the world. From sublime do-before-you-die experiences on ancient bodies of water to the storied rivers that birthed each of the European cities I travelled to in 2017 and singularly influenced their destinies.

Boat ride on the Ganges

First, an obeisance to the Ganga (Ganges) – that most sacred of Indian rivers in India’s holiest city.

Boat ride on the Hooghly

A sunset ride on her tributary, the Hooghly, in Kolkata was an unexpectedly tranquil experience far removed from the ‘City of Joy’ imagery of the city.

Felucca on the Nile

A dreamy afternoon on the Nile (Aswan) is a highlight of any Egypt itinerary.

The mighty Mekong followed our footsteps across Indochina. Above, a slow boat ride in Luang Prabang.

A sublime nine day cruise down the Irrawaddy.

I highly recommend bar hopping with a view of the Chao Phraya (Bangkok)

A whole day out on the Tigre (day-trip from Buenos Aires)

Can you beat a walk along the Siene? (Paris)

The beautiful Rhone and the abandoned pont d’Avignon

Maastricht takes its name from the river Maas (Meuse).

Admiring the skyline of Antwerp from the left bank of the Scheldt.

The Tagus: the lifeline of Lisbon.

The Douro snakes through steep terraced valleys that are home to the region’s signature spirit…

And then it cuts through charming Porto enroute to its date with the Atlantic.

PS: My digitised slides of the Thames, the Tiber and the Rhine did not pass muster…..time to return.

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Hi, I'm Madhu. Wanderer. Travel blogger. Story teller. Bitten late and hard by the travel bug, I am on a mission to make up for lost time.

54 thoughts on “A River Runs Through It….

  1. Wow – absolutely wonderful! I love that you differentiate between oceans and rivers and focused on the later. I’ll check out more posts as I love your style! Thanks for sharing!!

  2. Nice snaps Madhu! I have seen some cool rivers around the globe. One standing out; the Mekong, in Laos. Monster river! So huge, impressive, free-flowing. Just eye-popping really when you glance at the opposite bank and realize the thing is that wide LOL. Thanks for sharing 🙂


    1. Ryan, I agree the Mekong deserves its ‘mighty’ epithet. European rivers seem like streams in comparison 🙂

      Thank you for reading and taking the time to share your thoughts….have a lovely day.

  3. Madhu, what a beautiful ode to the river of your childhood and the many others you’ve seen in your worldwide travels. One of my most recent magical river experiences happened while I was on assignment on the Indonesian island of Bintan, just across the straits from Singapore, in February. That was an hour-long cruise up a winding river lined with mangroves, and one of the rare occasions when I didn’t bring my camera along. It was so peaceful but there was plenty of life if you knew where to look; rather beautiful mangrove snakes coiled up (sleeping) in the branches overhead, mud crabs skittering on the banks, the occasional blue kingfisher or sunbathing monitor lizard. I do remember my awe at seeing the Douro in Porto and the size of the Tagus in Lisbon; that said, my favorite shot from this collection has to be the one of the felucca on the Nile.

    PS The photo of the Mekong in Luang Prabang may have gone missing – I tried refreshing the page and highlighting that area but nothing showed up.

    1. How wonderful! Your experience in Bintan sounds straight out of a movie James. Leaving your camera behind must have let you immerse yourself in it fully.

      Thanks for pointing out the glitch with the Mekong image. Have re-inserted it. I also added an image of ‘MY’ river 🙂

  4. Thank you for taking us on this lovely journey Madhu.
    Enjoyed reading your article — ✨🙏🙏💝💝💐💐✨

  5. I loved this, Many of those rivers I’ve seen along with the slides you missed. But it was the description of your home river that made the greatest impact. I’ve seen those rivers of the south and loved them. Yes the monsoons do create occasional havoc but I remember the people on the boats doing their thing and the little communities clustered around the sides with their interesting lives and activities. Thank you for bringing back happy memories with this blog.

    1. Sometimes memories are more powerful than pictures. Glad you enjoyed my river stories Ian. Thank you for reading and for your always generous support. Much appreciated.

  6. I think you blogged again after a long time. Like this idea of compiling the rivers across the world. I pray that you travel to get the perfect shot of Tames. The Tiber and Rhino too – soon very soon

    1. Aah fingers crossed Anindya!

      As for the blogging, one month doesn’t seem so bad now 🙂 Need to get back to that weekly schedule. Can’t imagine I used to churn out up to three posts per week!

      1. Yes so come back to that schedule. A shameless plug in will be that it has been some time you visited my blog. Hope all is well in personal front.

  7. For some reason this post didn’t show up in my WordPress Reader list. This is such a beautiful post as well as a creative take on the rivers you enjoyed the most from your past travels, Madhu. Being accustomed to seeing brown rivers, I was so amazed to see the rivers in Europe on my trip back in 2007. But the fact that it was safe to drink straight from the Danube in Vienna — or so I was told — really blew my mind! There are clean rivers in Indonesia too, although finding one in Java can be too much of a wish. But hey, don’t let that deter you from visiting! 🙂

    1. Thanks Bama. Dirty rivers will surely be the last thing to discourage an Indian from visiting Java 🙂 I doubt any river in India, save those up in the Himalayas, meet any basic standards of quality even though we spend in the thousands to ‘worship’ many of them. European rivers are always lovely and romantic, but the Nile was a revelation in its colour and how clean it appeared.

  8. Oh my, Madhu! These are all marvelous and inviting photos! And your story is beautifully told. I had good chills all the way through! Thank you. 🙂

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