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June 23, 2004

Ranthambore

The doctor at the hospital in Ranthambore looked like an Indian version of Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. Unfortunately, neither he, nor any of the other people there spoke English, and it was a tiny, dirty place. I was put on a drip and given injections and pills to stop the vomiting, diarrhoea and fever. While I was lying there, a baby was born in the room next door. It was amazing to think that I was hearing it cry for the first time. I wondered how it would get on in life, and reflected on how it's a question of luck where you're born. Back at the hotel, I spent the night and most of the next day shuttling between the bed and the bathroom.

The only reason people make the considerable journey to Ranthambore is to see tigers in the national park. The two girls from Amsterdam who we'd met on the way from Pushkar saw one on a safari in the morning, so I decided to go with Ash in the afternoon of the day after my stint in hospital. I wasn't really up to it, but I couldn't miss out on the chance of seeing a tiger in the wild. Well, to cut to the chase, we didn't see one. I was bounced around in the front of the 'canter' - a packed, open-topped van - as we hurtled along the dirt tracks in the park. We saw lots of monkeys, deer and some crocodiles, which was exciting, but the prospect of seeing a real live tiger had been so hyped that there was a palpable air of disappointment as we left the park. I went back to my eternal toilet vigil, feeling much worse than before.

Posted by Rowena on June 23, 2004 02:39 PM
Category: India
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