Crying Crocodile.

Crocky Wock has had such marvellous time in the jungle at Corbett national park that he was sobbing his little heart out this morning when we left. He really wished he could stay, but with tigers being so endangered we couldn’t leave him unsupervised regardless of his promise of how good he’d try to behave.

We believe this WAS the right decision as we suffered a mysterious DOUBLE puncture soon after leaving the park for Delhi. Both wheels went flat, and I think those were crocodile teeth marks on the tyres. So much for turning over a new leaf Crocky.

Loraine has now become blase about the whole Tiger thing, oh yeah really, yes really. She was the first one to spot the Thurs Tiger which was about 25 feet away from her and this is the Loraine who’s sitting in an open jeep. Pauline just goes speech less and weeps. Go figure .. women are just weird. Roger hasn’t got himself eaten yet, surprisingly. I’ll also leave it to Roger to explain how or why he didn’t see the elephants, but you’d have thought that something that big couldn’t vanish that quickly.

We’d finally sorted the ‘Roger flap’ conundrum. He was strictly confined to a compound by an electric fence (solar powered no less) and surrounded by wild animals that would make a tasty snack of him. At last Loraine was sure of his location; which was generally at the campfire with a beer in the early evening or splashing at the pool in the afternoon. Ah we were all happy wildlife and agree with Crocky, we all want to come back here.

Stuart and the old crock.