There is something inherently wrong with chasing down tigers with sticks. It’s as if a band of mice decided to start a cat tracking expedition armed with nothing but broken toothpicks. Obviously, mice have better sense than men.<\/p>\n
The reality of the situation doesn’t really hit home until you’ve canoed to the deepest part of the jungle, and are now safely on the wild animal part of the park, with nothing but a couple bottles of water. Everything is cheery until the guide’s tone turns somber and he lays down the law of the land. “There are serious threats on this side of the park. You may have heard of 3 villagers being attacked by a tiger last night, or a rhino stampeed on tourists yesterday morning.” What the fuck? This was obviously not explained in the colorful brochure just a few days earlier. “There are four things than can kill you in our park: sloth bears, elephants, rhinos, and tigers.” Somehow he forgot to include the 23 varieties of snakes in Chitiwan, but I assumed their threat was miniscule, so I ignored them. “Each animal has distinct ways of attacking, so pay attention”. At this point we partially stopped breathing, looked at each other, and tried very hard not to pass out. The guides then proceeded to explain what to do in every situation.<\/p>\n
After that vivid speech, and smiles long wiped from our faces, we rapidly armed ourselves with the nearest sticks and started a 6 hour walk through the dense forest.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There is something inherently wrong with chasing down tigers with sticks. It’s as if a band of mice decided to start a cat tracking expedition armed with nothing but broken toothpicks. Obviously, mice have better sense than men. The reality of the situation doesn’t really hit home until you’ve canoed to the deepest part of … Continue reading Welcome to the jungle<\/span>