Chief Dan George
Right from the moment our daughter walked out from her Board Centre on her last exam day, we are off. Bags packed, spirits high, a sense of freedom and elation keeps the noon heat out of our minds. Our destination is Jim Corbet National Park. (It happens to be Himangshu's favorite place on the planet, we believe). He has been there several times in the last seventeen years. His stories of tiger sightings are infused with typical jagron of the jungle. Unfortunately, I have yet to see a Tiger in its natural habitat. Excluding the thunderous roar we heard at night in the Chitwan Park, Nepal,many years ago, plus the one mighty roar we heard behind our cottages at Dhikala, I have never been close to a real tiger, ever. Despite innumerable trips, safaris, I have not seen this royal character my husband seems so fond of!
Well, all that changed on this trip !
We drove till Ramnagar, stayed at a friend's resort in a mango grove, and were up and gone by 9:30 AM the next morning. Straight into the dry, brown, and spring fresh greens (Yes, all that together) of Corbet Park.
You cross a couple of dry seasonal river beds on the way. The tiger is known to frequent these parts, so we always keep our eyes glued to the landscape. God knows where the Tiger might be camoflagued! But no luck, though there is always a strange , eerie feeling here that something, somewhere is watching you . If you keep absolutely quiet, you will hear your own heartbeat here. Trust me. Himangshu will digress, of course. Anyway, we drive through the beautiful forest, and all through the drive, we keep spotting deer. Spotted deer, barking deer, antlers...even crocodiles at the crocodile point. One can get down at the Crocodile Point and look down at the river flowing by. The water looks a deep, glassy blue at places. I have never liked the crocodiles. But there they are, sunning themselves on the sandy-rocky river bank. Photos. Click, click.. Thank you very much