KAPOORS ON THE ROAD
We were now heading towards the highway, away from Nirona, and on to the highway that would take us northwards to our accommodation for the next two nights, the Rann Visamo Resort.
Shortly after turning onto the highway, our driver Mr. Singh pointed out the sign indicating that we were about to cross the Tropic Of Cancer. I didn’t hesitate for a moment, I was sitting in the front seat and asked him to stop so we could take some photos to remember the event.
Now, we’ve been to India so many times, but the closest I’ve ever been to being on the ground near the Tropic of Cancer was in 1981 when I was in Indore with our baby son Raj and then when Anil and I were at the Kanha Tiger Reserve in December 2006. We were close, but just not close enough.
We may have crossed the Tropic of Cancer, or at least been close to it, while travelling in southern Egypt or in southern China, but if we were, there weren’t any signs indicating the event.
Anil and I wanted a photo to add to the ones we’ve taken at the Equator in Ecuador, the Tropic of Capricorn in Argentina and the Arctic Circle in Alaska. However, after posing together, we asked Mr. Singh to join us for two reasons, one – he was the one who pointed out the sign, and two – we didn’t have any other photos of him to remember him by. He’s been a terrific driver, extremely careful and courteous, and he’s also acted as a guide in many respects. Perhaps he doesn’t know a lot of the history of the region, but the last thing we wanted was someone chattering on endlessly about this king and that queen, this battle and that battle, this architectural style, and that one.
If we want to round out of knowledge of the region, we have our Lonely Planet – India guidebook with us as reference material, and there’s always the Internet...