Is it a bird, is it a plane, no it's Debs diving onto a moving train: Having sensibly decided that a day train would be far cheaper than a taxi to our next destination (Kovalam - 5 hours down the south coast), we psyched ourselves up for the next leg. We arrived in good time, positioned ourselves strategically on the platform and waited for the beast to arrive. India does not queue and we were surprised there were no fatalities during the hustle and bustle of the bottle-neck squeeze into carriage D8. Rach managed to wedge herself in the middle of the action whist Debs and I took a more English position towards the back of the crowd. What happened next can only be described as one of the most terrifying moments of our lives. With Rach now on the train and creating a back-log of passengers by her giant bag getting stuck in the isle, the train with still some 100 passengers yet to board started to move. I had now one leg on the train, half a bag still on the platform and more worryingly Debs still yet to reach the door. In a moment of pure panic and evolutionally flight-or-fight response I managed to throw my 35kg backpack over my head, reach with my 'stretch arm strong' arm to grab Debs' 30kg bag and haul that on to. With seconds left until the train reached full speed, Debs made the ultimate sacrifice, trampling local women in her path and, in what can only be described as superman style flying position, threw herself over the gap into a now hurtling train. Quivering wrecks… enough said. In an attempt to recover from the ordeal we took a moment in the doorway of the train as it sped through the beautiful Keralan countryside - palm groves, paddy fields and backwaters, actually not a bad way to travel once your heart as resumed a normal beat.