What a day.
I’m going to burst the bubble right now and tell you that we did not, in fact, see a tiger. But it would be churlish of me to complain because we saw so much else and this weekend has been been so much fun, I don’t even know where to begin. I am sunburnt, battered and bruised (some stories to tell you there!) and I’ve rarely felt so awed in my life. Read on for some amazing tails (HAAAA pun)…
So our day began at five a.m. (we got a wake-up call for four-thirty but we weren’t leaving until 5.15 so that seemed a little eager. We went out to reception and were called in groups for our respective jeeps which were waiting for us outside. It was already bright and a very pleasant temperature. We got in our jeep, which looked old and basic and battered and WAS, but once we started driving it also felt kind of indestructible and it took the many bounces in the road extremely well. The road out was actually reasonably OK, then we passed through a small town, and continued on the road, then entered the park itself.
We got to the park and then our guide told us we could stand in the back of the jeep. Our guide had joined us in the town and he and the driver sat in the front and then six of us sat in the back, on a raised area that had no roof. We ended up standing for most of it. The feeling of the breeze and the sheer freedom of it was incredible. The park was huge – I’m so unused to having so much space; I think it made me appreciate it more. For the most part there are trees and forest areas on either side of the track, but there are also wide-open plains and lots of dry rivers that won’t be filled until monsoon strikes. At every point on the track where it intersects with rivers and streams it dips down and it’s covered in cement, and there’s always a huge bump at the point where the downhill ends and the uphill starts. It was pretty tough on our hips, which were constantly rattled against the roof of the jeep, but it was a small price to pay for the sights.
We must have been less than half an hour in when we saw our first sight, and it was no less grand than a herd of elephants. It was in one of the wide open plains, just in front of a line where a forest began, and they were being led by a huge male elephant with tusks that we could see even at our distance. There must have been at least five, very probably more. It’s something to see an elephant up close in a zoo, and a completely different thing to see them from far off in the wild. The sheer size of them is amazing, it almost seems unlikely that they belong to a world this small. They were so majestic – even the way their movements are so slow and measured seems to afford them extra wisdom.
The next thing we witnessed was something equally as interesting. We were just driving along a tree-lined sandy road and we were standing in the back as per usual and enjoying the sights and the cool breeze, and then our guide called to the driver to stop and reverse. This guy knew what to look for clearly because it took us a while to see what he’d seen from a speeding jeep. In the sand beside us were paw prints from the mighty striped beast himself, and we could see marks from where he’d been lying down in the sand – there were grooves from his rump and even where his tails was and it looked huge. It was a bizarre thought to think that he had probably been there sometime that morning, just laying in the sand.
Later on we saw a deer carcass off the road with a huge tear out of the side of it – the work of a tiger. The wound was massive and bright, bright red. I just found it bizarre that so little else of it was untouched. It seemed like a waste, but who am I to criticise the eating habits of the biggest cat in the park? As a veggie I clearly don’t approve but it’s something to see the sheer damage that one (not-so-) little pussy can do.
I guess the next best thing were the monkeys. We’d been seeing a few even on our journey into the area, at the toll bridges and sometimes just padding along or eating at the side of the road, much like the locals. There was one point in our journey where we got to step out to an en-route washroom where a few of the tourists were stopping for breaks and there was a tree that was just full of one big family of monkeys. They had silvery grey hair and little pink faces and clever hands and feet, and they just sit around, hopping from branch to branch from time to time, eating what they can find and sometimes having little bonding cleaning sessions or disputes. They’re so human. Even the way they turn the heads or feed themselves with those fantastically co-ordinated hands is just… it just makes me realise how closely related we are. I feel like I could have a conversation with one of these monkeys and they might have more of a clue of what I’m saying than some of the auto drivers back in Delhi.
What else? I saw some green parrots, some white birds, two little black birds with long trailing white tails – birds of paradise no less. And peacocks. Seeing peacocks in the wild is so weird. Everyone’s seen peacocks in the zoo, and “ooh”d and “aah”d when they fan out their tails. To realise that they do actually survive out here by themselves is just – it’s bizarre. Maybe it’s because of what the term “peacock” means in terms of human behaviour but they just seem to fabulous to be able to do things for themselves, if you understand me.
We also saw a python trail in the sand. It was a rather terrifying thing to see, because it was a good seven or eight inches wide, and you know if something that big and that fast is coming after you, your chances of survival are pretty slim. There was just one broad, smooth belly mark in the sand as the python had crossed the road and headed off into the grassland and that was as close as we got. I wouldn’t want to be any closer.
Another spot on the road was a real live mongoose. I’ve never really understood what a mongoose is, I think I still don’t. It kind of looked like a sort of stoat, and it had reddish-brown hair. It scurried across the road fast than I could get a good look at it.
The journey itself was a lot of fun. Like I said, we did have QUITE a lot of bumps on the way but the view was never got dull and the sensation of speeding along out in the open air with the morning breeze (and all the accompanying insects) in your face was just fantastic. There was also an immensely fun element of camaraderie with the other tourists who were of course, all Indians, as seems to be there trend everywhere we go. When we sped by in our jeep and they speed by in theirs, there would always be smiling and calling and often high-fiving, which was our favourite. If the road was narrow and the jeeps needed to slow down to pass each other we’d have a quick exchange:
“Hey!”
“Hi! Have you seen any tigers yet?”
“No, no have you?”
“Not yet. Where are you from?”
“Ireland! Where are you from?”
“India!”
“Really? We wouldn’t have guessed.”
“Haha! Good luck finding a tiger!”
“You too! Byeeeeeeeeee!”
We got back around ten in the morning, which left us time for some amazing breakfast and a swim in the pool. The breakfast… Breakfast in hotels is always my favourite thing about them. Here was no exception. The food was incredible. They had the usual toast, cereal, eggs, and then they also had fresh watermelon and papaya, as well as curry, no less, and chapati bread and litchi juice. It was fantastic.
Then the pool. I’m not going to lie, the water in it looked pretty dodgy, and we kept finding mangoes in it that fell from the tree overhead, but good Ganesh, it was such sweet relief. We were kind of iffy about it in the beginning because we weren’t sure what the modesty requirements were as far as swimming suits went and the first two boys who got in from our team had to buy special Speedos that apparently fulfilled the requirements. I braved a one-piece and nobody said anything (or they were too afraid to approach the white girl who was practically naked and tell her that she was being wildly inappropriate) and then as more and more of us got in it seemed to become less and less of an issue and soon there were practically all four of the Delhi teams frolicking about in the water. It was so much fun – we played a rather loose version of water polo, got up on each other’s shoulders and played a game we nicknamed Churling cross between Chicken and curling which is a sport we all grew very fond of at the first training weekend with Suas and the Winter Olympics was on the TV. It was fantastic!
After that, took a shower and a long nap then woke up to find a decent-sized spider on my pillow and decided to get up for lunch, about three hours after breakfast and yet with a raging appetite and had more curry and other delicious things with a sort of fruit custard for dessert, then at three in the evening we headed off on our second and last safari of the weekend.
The air was hotter this time but the rushing air helped with that. It was the same as last time, standing up in the jeep and seeing all we could see. There was much more song-singing and giddy jokes along the way this time which probably didn’t help any tiger-attracting we were meant to be doing but was still lots of fun. There’s just something about yelling out “Let It Go” at the top of your lungs whilst standing on the back of a jeep with the threat of hungry tigers in the middle of India that you really just can’t beat.
Maybe it was something to do with belting out the Frozen soundtrack in the middle of the jungle but we didn’t see any tigers. It was much the same deal as this morning – we didn’t really see anything else that we could add to our list of exotic animals – no elephants, less peacocks, just a couple of monkeys… but it was still fantastic and we got to visit this shrine thing at the end where we stuck our heads under a fountain and got absolutely drenched, then we got blessed by a monk with that red chalk that we sometimes see the kids wearing after they’ve been to temple/mosque. It was a special place, and the view was fantastic. Have a look at the dirt trail!
We also stopped at an amazing viewpoint on the way back just in time for sunset. You won’t believe this. It was incredible. I was lucky enough to get some photos:
Just look at that jungle…
…aaand a selfie with my red chalk anointment…
On our way back we did see a cat of some sort. It was little more than a shadow that moved quickly into the trees, small but much bigger than a house cat and a sort of brown colour. It might have been a leopard but we’re not sure. It was certainly something – I think even if it was a house cat I’d still be happy. there were plenty of deer around as well so I’m guessing it’s going to dine well tonight.
Then we headed back at maybe seven or eight, when it was dark. We met an elephant on our way home, in one of the elephant shelters on the side or the road where their owners keep them and take money to let people ride on them. They’re kept chained up most of the time but they don’t seem to have a bad life, the owners are always cleaning them and feeding them and taking care of them – I guess it’s what they do, and they won’t get business if their elephant doesn’t look like he or she is being cared for properly. The elephant we met was a forty-five year old lady called Talina, who apparently was young for an elephant – they live to about a hundred. She was being fed bamboo at the time and to say hello she stretched out her trunk for a hand-touch, almost a high-five but with much more dignity and something numinous that comes with meeting such a mighty animal. That trunk is thicker than the python tracks we saw today and so, so powerful, but the elephants aren’t interested in power. It’s just something they have that they use to feed themselves and clean themselves. It’s so precise, shocking for something that size. Talina ate bamboo – huge sticks of bamboo that I would have trouble breaking with both my hands – by picking some up with her trunk and then pulling it up between her forelegs, to bend it into a size more suitable for her mouth. Then in it would go and it would slowly disappear, these big sticks of what are essentially wood, thicker than sausages. Talina shifted from foot to foot as she ate, which meant that her head would slowly swing forward to one side and then the other, and if you were at the side, she sort of just loomed larger in your vision. It would have been scary, if it wasn’t so gentle. We rubbed her trunk and the incredibly thick skin of her shoulders. She even gave me a hug before I left. Her trunk was warm. She didn’t really smell of anything, which kind of surprised me. I felt like I was saying goodbye to a friend when I left.
OH – THEN – fun story. We got back, hopped straight in the pool and did some more frolicking, this time in the dark. I actually got a daytime picture of it and yeah, it looks pretty preen and funny, but we were desperate, and despite the fact the you couldn’t see your own hand if you put it under water and the chemicals burned all my henna off, it was actually quite pleasant.
On the other side, this is the Le Roi Hotel. Pretty snazzy.
So during our night-time swim we decided we’d try some grander gymnastics, which mainly involved little people standing on bigger people ( I say “little people”, I clearly mean that in relative term because one of those was me). At one point we had five guys in a ring around the bottom and four girls standing on their shoulders. We did it a few times before we got it absolutely perfect and managed to hold it for almost a full minute. Normally in the previous attempts we’d get it for a couple of seconds and then us girls on top would fall outwards and that would all be fine. On our second-last attempt, it just so happened that our lack of balance would have us fall all in the one direction so the whole thing ended up being a heap of nine bodies all mashed together. I ended up smashing my eyebrow off one of the guy’s heads and despite how thick everyone who knows me must think my skull is (I have been known to be nicknamed Hodor) I think I came off the worst. The black eye came up straight away. It only hurt for a few minutes and then it was fine. We managed to do the tower one more time and hold it for as long as it took our co-ordinator to take a picture of the masterpiece before we headed for dinner.
By this point we were starving for dinner which didn’t disappoint and for dessert there were these incredible (and probably incredibly fattening) deep-fried dumplings. Even the Boston native on our team found it overwhelming. My eye continued to swell up for the entire thing and at the end I could barely see out of it, but it still didn’t hurt. I even got some photos to show you! This was just before I went to bed, a few hours after the incident:
…and this is the next day… Swelling’s down, colour’s up!
Again, to my family who will be reading this, I’m fine. Really. I’m just enjoying showing off a very impressive-looking injury that makes me look fantastically tough but doesn’t actually hurt at all. Forgive me some vanity!
Bed after an entertaining game of Mafia and a some socialising before we were told to shut the hell up (in much, much nice terms than that) by management.
I feel like I’ve packed two days into one here. I’ve gotta say I enjoyed both of them immensely!