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book in advance to get a seat to travel the 46 km from mettupalayam to ooty in this Nilgiri queen -Mountain rail.Ihad a waitlisted ticket to had rush to unreserved passenger queue .the first 72 passenger get to travel and I was one lucky guy to get to travel this railway line.The uniqueness of this rail line lies in it being the steepest one in Asia.This is a truly amazing journey that takes tourists from a height of 1069 feet to 7228 feet. The history of the train can be traced back to the times when it was very difficult to reach Udhagamandalam - as Ooty was called in those days. Travellers needed to ride on a horse back or carried on 'dollies' through a forested path to reach Ooty. It was this access difficulty that gave birth to an idea of constructing a rail line to connect the hilly areas of Coonoor and Ooty from plains. The first thought was kept in the year 1854, however, it took around another forty years before the actual work could begin. A Swiss inventor, Riggenback worked on it, and built up the initial line upto Coonoor by the year 1899. Later, by 1908, the track was extended upto Fernhill and then Ooty.
To cope with steepness , a unique system, ABT (Alternate Biting System) is used, which is also called the rack and pinion system. In this the method, pulling the train is quiet different from the usual one. Instead of the engine pulling the train on level lines, here there are two rack bars out of steps with each other between the rail lines. On these racks, the pinions of the train climbs in the same fashion as a person climbs a ladder. The engine, while going upwards, is on the backside to push the train from behind. On the other hand, it is on the front side on the return journey downhill so as to prevent any collision or derailing.
Nilgiri Mountain RailThe journey itself from Mettupalayam to Ooty is full of scenic beauty enroute. Starting from Mettupalayam, a small place that sits on the banks of river Bhavani, the train passes through plain areas for the first five miles or so. Thereafter, in the next 12 miles the line rises to an impressive 4363 feet, and passes through nine tunnels. The tourists are treated to outstanding views of the eastern slopes of forested Nilgiris. From here, tourists can concentrate more on their left side as it is on this side that more beautiful views can be seen. The train passes amidst tranquil and serene views of Coonoor, Wellington, Lovedale to finally reach Ootacamund. It covers a total distance of 116 km and crosses 250 bridges and 16 tunnels.
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world
and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something.
Had the chance to visit Buffalo Trace Distillery in Frankfort, KY today.
Buffalo Trace (formerly known as Geo. T. Stagg and O.F.C Distillery) claims to be the oldest continuously-operating distilling site in the US. Records indicate that distilling began in 1773 by Hancock Lee with the oldest on the site having been built in 1792.
The first true distillery complex here was built in 1812 by Harrison Blanton. His descendant Albert Bacon Blanton became company president in 1921 and created his own private reserve which was stored in Warehouse H. In 1984, his legacy was carried on when Blanton's Single Barrel was created as the first ever single-barrel bourbon to be sold commercially.
National Park Service mileage sign (with serif font) on the Natchez Trace Parkway near Utica, Mississippi.
In the cab door sill of Da 1400, there are traces of Da 1400's last NZR livery (when it was DA11) showing the "shunting" red with yellow stripes, next to the Motat painted red and white stripes. Yellow stripes (conforming to the livery style) was a sign that the locomotive was for shunting only - in Da 1400's case, when it became a Hump Shunter at Te Rapa. Motat, 30th March 2014 (photo taken with permission and under supervision of Motat Staff)
I believe the kid in this shot had more fun than anyone else @ the show...Trace A. even pointed her out from the stage. Her younger brother, however, was not as impressed with the show. He spent most of it stretched out across the rest of the family's seats--asleep!
Their eyes often meet with an air of bittersweetness—tender gazes so full of love and fear—regret that lingers in their eyes in the form of suppressed tears. Their regret is fleeting, yet reoccurring. Both too afraid to confess, their tongues stay bitten—lips reluctantly sealed. Their silence is penitent; yet their eyes disclose how they long to be sincere with one another—truly sincere. Every word they breathe is honest, but halfway veiled in secrecy; their declarations of love are true, but not whole.
Traces of truth stain their eyes and lips—it lives in the way they look at one another—in the words they speak and those they don’t. The desperation in their eyes they try to hide is ever present, and manifests in timid pleas, not spoken with words, but with every glance, every gesture, and every touch; the truth begs to be released, but their fear keeps them chained in their lies. One, too afraid to let go of one good thing for another—the other, afraid to be the reason the one he loves most feels guilty, and in a way, afraid of himself—of his own selfishness. Still, they cannot help but show it—the truth. It is innate, the way they love. It cannot be masked by their words; the whole truth was always there, in their body language. The way their fingers intertwine, fitting together perfectly, just as they do in each other’s arms. The way they fuel each other’s smiles and warm each other’s hearts.
What they share is beautiful; it is a connection of two destined souls.
If only they could tell the truth.
He'd forgotten what he'd been crying about by this stage, but the evidence was still left glistening on his cheek.