Evenings at SherBagh are delightfully tranquil. After teatime in the library, there is ample time to relax and freshen up before campfire begins around 7:00 p.m. We enjoyed cocktails by the bonfire, followed by traditional North Indian fare in the company of trusty Jusuf as well as the six other guests at the campsite: a family from Kent, England with two tweenagers, and an American couple living in London.
Sadly for us, no tigers made an appearance at dinnertime. Apparently, although unusual, it isn’t completely unheard of for them to wander through camp. I also learned that if you are being charged at by a tiger, you must under no circumstances run, or you are sure to become lunch. If you spot a tree nearby, your best bet is to sprint to it and haul yourself up to the highest branch you can climb. Tigers do not climb trees. I will file this under my growing repertoire of animal defense techniques (such as punching a shark in the gills, running in zigzags to escape a crocodile, and curling up fetal position if being attacked by a bear.) Jusuf claims to have been charged at by both a leopard and a tiger on two separate occasions. I might hear the full stories of both these incidents.
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