{"id":21549,"date":"2017-11-21T19:00:42","date_gmt":"2017-11-21T13:30:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/aquaterra.in\/?p=21549"},"modified":"2020-06-09T16:45:28","modified_gmt":"2020-06-09T11:15:28","slug":"new-york-times-riding-wild-brahmaputra","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aquaterra.in\/new-york-times-riding-wild-brahmaputra\/","title":{"rendered":"New York Times – Riding the Wild Brahmaputra"},"content":{"rendered":"

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By Ranjan Pal<\/a> for the New York Times<\/a><\/h2>\n

IT happened in an instant. One second we were riding a huge wave on the Brahmaputra River, our raft angled sharply upward. The next we were poised at its crest over a huge hole, and a huge diagonal wave exploded into us, flinging us into the maelstrom of white water.<\/p>\n

I plunged into its icy green depths, suddenly alone in the grip of a force of nature over which I had no control. I was hurled along like a rag doll, the paddle still stuck in my clenched fist.<\/p>\n

After what seemed an eternity (but was probably only seconds), I saw a familiar orange shape looming in my watery vision. Pete, one of the safety kayakers who had been hovering downstream in case of a mishap, came to my rescue, and I clung gratefully to the back of his boat as he towed me to shore. I collapsed on the rocky beach, my breath coming in ragged gulps, still not able to believe what I had just been through.[\/vc_column_text]