DAY THIRTY
Alysun’s words… Today we just rested, hoping for the illness to pass quickly, which it did. Though not quite as quickly as I’d hoped, so by the end of our rest day I was still feeling weak and uncertain about cycling the next day. In fact I discovered we could just take our train to our next destination. Tim very stressed by this, and the difficulty of getting bikes onto trains, so cycling it was.
Tim’s words… the hotel had accidently booked a morning safari on the wrong day for us & said we could go for free. Leaving Alysun to rest in bed & hoping for a “third-time-lucky” safari tiger spotting, I wrapped up super warm for the early morning bumpy cantor ride.
Yet again, our wildlife guide was fixated on spotting tigers on the forest tracks, ignoring other wildlife. I am surprised that any tigers would want to go near the forest tracks because of the speeding jeeps & cantors, packed with scarf bound tourists, desperate to get a “spotting”.
There were some lovely landscapes, more Bambi’s & lots of crocodiles. Apparently, the beginning of the hot season in April is the best time to see tigers, because of fewer leaves on the trees & water sources drying up…. then the desperate tigers might take to the sandy paw-friendly tracks for long walks in search of a drink, despite the traffic jams of cantors & jeeps.
By the end of the cantor ride, I was ready for an Osteopath & happy not to do that again for a long while.
Later that afternoon, I wandered across the road from our hotel to inspect the large colonies of fruit bats hanging from the branches.
