Phil was happy. He had good tiger pictures and so did I, especially those of a 5 year old male cooling off in a wildlife swimming pool (man-made). Phil and I had different angles on the same pose because we were in different vehicles. The big male tiger who rules the territory was 8 years old. We didn’t see him, but another photographer did.
We left the local airport for Delhi and the Radisson. There the Haffleys and the McDonalds said “Goodbye” to our traveling companions, and later we said “Hi” to two new photographers, each with an endless sense-of-humor. I wish I had taken better notes so that I could illustrate that last statement.
The next morning, the six of us boarded a flight to Mumbai, and from there a second flight to Diu. On the first flight I was thinking that I should be reading more, thinking more, processing more photos, and then there was this blog which was why I was making notes when I could.
I intended to write about our travels and the wildlife we photographed on the blog. But I could also write more about people and cultures. Except to write about people and cultures, as interesting as they are, I would need to do more note-taking than I seem to have energy for.
For the second leg of this travel day, we boarded a Jet Airline plane with one overhead wing and two propeller (not jet) engines. Phil and I hadn’t been on a prop since Alaska.
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| Bengal Tiger by Phil Haffley |
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