#Throwbackthursday

I’m often harsh when talking of India. It’s deserved. But it also only part of the story. There is a magic to be found in India too. I found it in greatest abundance in the Ranthambore National Park. We spent several days there in a delightful hotel. I could very happily have spent several months there. Sure, one must drive through the town to get to the park, and the town is a shithole. But it’s small. So it’s not a lung-choking shithole. I might even go so far as to say it had its charms.

But the magic is to be found in the park. I’d read a description before I got there, suggesting it was like a page torn from a Kipling book. I couldn’t  put it better myself. Sweeping plains, impressive valleys, wildlife, tranquil watering holes, forests. And at the very end of our final safari, the cherry on the icing – a tiger.