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... br> valley, and met with the park operators. After a short talk regarding the history of this establishment, we continued another kilometer or so down another trail to the top a ridgeline,
which gave even more spectacular views. There, the conservationists working a Jabarkhet
took the memory card from a camera trap that was situated on a tree in order to
show us some footage.
Camera traps are a common way of tracking elusive animals, such as a tiger ...
... me a bit with such a quick change, so that I said, well if you really need food here’s some channa (chickpeas) that I got for my bus journey that evening. He turned it down and continued to tell me I had a bad heart. Ok, I know that’s not true I told him and then put a 10 rupee note on the step and said you can have it if you’d like and then left. I was a bit shaken but clear that I did the right thing.
I then returned ...
... back to my hotel, I asked at the reception about the noisy people staying in the room next to mine. I found out that they have checked out already. That’s one good thing about these noisy Indians: they tend not to stay too long. The bad thing is that they are soon replaced by equally noisy, equally inconsiderate other Indians. But the hotel has to share some of the blame because I also discovered that they allowed FIVE people to stay in that room ...
... the past three years – and I could take it or leave it, as it was a fixed price. I told him that I had paid 710 rupees for the same trip not more than a month ago, then I walked away back towards the tuk tuks. (I don’t know what I was going to do because I certainly wasn’t going to take a tuk tuk. But I guess the important thing was that he didn’t know that.)
As I was walking away from the taxi booth, it turns out that the ...
... some of the ink on me, which upset me – until I realized that the ink spots could be rubbed off with my hand.
On the very long elevator ride up to the stockbroker’s office, I told Marco that I had been thinking about him lately (which I had – in real life.) One of his brothers said, “No! Really?” I responded, “I wouldn’t lie about something like that. I might lie about my height, my weight, my IQ – but not ...