India, Again

Our time in Nepal comes to an end. It’s been a good trip.

Leavin’ on a jet plane…

We arrive at Delhi airport and wait for our friend Dagmar to arrive on a flight from Canada. We accompany her on a Tea and Tigers itinerary.

Our passports are nearly full. We arrange to pick up new ones at the Canadian embassy here.

This plaque at the embassy has had the union jack on our coat of arms vandalized. No doubt due to the pathological hatred of the British inculcated by the modern Indian state.

Honi soit qui mal y pense

Some sightseeing is in order after taking care of business (including the purchase of a new laptop). Like a visit to the Red Fort.

Meanwhile, I remain at our hotel trying out our new laptop.

Delhi is undergoing record-breaking bad air recently.

Fancy inlaid marble

Next day, we fly to Jaipur. From there, we hire a car and driver to take us to Sawai Madhopur.

Rajastani woman selling fruit

Our goal is Ranthambore National Park. We’re here to see tigers.

Tigers are rare in India these days, and getting rarer.

The scenery in the park is nice.

Nice henna

This rufous treepie is not afraid of a little human interaction.

Dendrocitta vagabunda

I sit next to a toddler who keeps clutching at my arm with his clammy little mitts.

Smiling outside, cringing inside

We cross paths with other tour vehicles.

Even without spotting a tiger, it’s a pleasant drive through the park.


We go on another excursion early the next morning.

Pete and Dagmar sit up front

The open touring buses can be quite crowded.

The sun finally warms things up a bit. It’s a far cry from the 45-degree Celsius temperatures that we experienced when we first got here.

Sunrise over Ranthambore

You have to be very lucky to see a tiger here. We catch a brief glimpse of one, which creates a lot of excitement. But not as much as this event a few days ago.

Paw print in the dust

There are herds of spotted deer everywhere.

Tiger chow

And langurs. One enterprising langur raids a woman’s purse for a snack bar.

Then it’s back to town.

Sawai Madhopur streets

Next, we fly to Siliguri – via Delhi – on our way to Darjeeling.

Electric tuk-tuk

Before driving to Darjeeling, Pete, Dagmar, and Maria visit the Salugara monastery.

There are many Tibetan refugees in India.

Giant prayer wheel

On the list is a Krishna temple. Also known as Sri Sri Radha Madhav Sundar Mandir, one of the biggest Krishna centres in the North-Eastern region of India.

It’s run by ISKON, which apparently is still a thing.

‘…but it takes so long, My Lord…’

Lots of pink buildings.

Sight or Insight of the Day

Garbage is a problem in India. It’s everywhere. Nobody notices or thinks it’s unusual.

When we have a car and driver to take us to Jim Corbett park later in the trip, we pass the infamous Ghazipur dumping yard.

This is a mountain of fetid garbage on the eastern outskirts of Delhi that’s nearly as high as the Taj Mahal.