Sunday October 24 th , 6pm. We are back on the decrepit government bus which takes us to the main city, Visakhapatnam from where we will catch our night train to Hyderabad. Obscurity has fallen on the green hillsides that border Araku valley. A few words spoken in Telugu and the old bus is plunged into darkness. There, carried away by the movements of the road, each of us relives the incredible week-end that is slowly wearing to an end. Now and then, faded horn sounds reach up from the bottom of the valley. At the back, Ko, Keisuke and Marc have fallen asleep, Bart dozes off or thinks. Arvind, Sudhir and Shiv, the three NGO members are conversing quietly. Somewhere in the front, the two girls on our small team, Muyura and Deepa, are eating bananas in silence. One must admit that these two days have been emotionally intense and physically grueling. And while we are here, seating on the bus, our spirits are still out there, wandering about the tortuous footpaths of Araku’s jungle....
