Traveler Notes 8 Travel To Ramnagar 3

After applying the basic contour data on a satellite map, our supervisors decided to go to the closed part of the national park. Having opened the castle on the barrier, we went there together with the foresters. The road was disgusting, it did not go for five years and for the tropics it is a disaster.

After about 10 minutes we arrived at the edge of the forest, there were the ruins of a foresters' house. Six years ago, they were attacked at night by poachers with Kalashnikovs. Ten foresters were shot by the "Berdans" and "double-barreled shotguns" for 10 hours, until the police arrived, as the foresters told us. However, the locals could have composed such a bike for tourists. With them it will become.

We examined the ruins but did not find any bullet holes or sh.e.l.ls. So the story looked unlikely.

The only road up the hills led from the edge of the forest, but alas, a tree branch blocked it. But it was impossible to cut it, prohibition.

Suddenly there was a roar. Foresters began to poke their fingers into the dense thickets of bushes and excitedly say "tenduaa, tenduuaa."

Our two professors also shouted - tenduaa!

What kind of tenduaa is this?

Turns out it was a leopard.

The professors said - you see over there a yellow stripe behind the bushes?

Honestly, I never saw a nifig!

Nevertheless, they kept us there for an hour and a half at the edge of the forest, and only then we turned and drove back. This is a typical manner of all foresters, regardless of the country, they do not want the visiting scientists to go to their bins and watch what they consider to be their patrimony. And so they go either exhausting trips to nowhere, 10 km to the mountains, although no one asked for it or a trip to an obviously impa.s.sable area. This is so that scientists are so tired that they do not have a desire, they will go there again.

The professors apparently grasped something and we took a detour into this closed area. He ran through the mountainous terrain, it was necessary to drive three hundred meters along a basalt rock. For some reason, it was at that moment that tropical rain began. And he goes like a wall of water.

Our marruti began to slide, the wheels were completely "bald" ... towards the abyss ... then there was a ravine and there a small rivulet flowed down there at about 100 or even 150 meters. The first two wheels slipped off a cliff ... only the driver's desire to "live" saved us from an unnamed fall. Lucky.

The car was four-wheel drive, and this saved us and the experience of the driver.

Everyone was in shock. Misunderstanding of the situation. All the students began sharing with the driver from excess of feelings their things - one gave his happy baseball cap, the other an expensive leather notebook, the third Parker pen, I had a key chain, the other just gave him 150 rupees and the latter shared a block of locally made cigarettes with him.

All wet on this day, we completed our research and within 2 hours we drove in the rain back to Ramnagar. Plastic roofs, our drove left in his garage.

Wet we scattered in our rooms. Hastily wiped towels. Having thrown plastic bags over the head and shoulders, having built primitive raincoats, we headed to our unit. She was separated from the guest house 300 meters to the north-west.

Due to heavy rain, there were only a few foreigners in the alley, a Danish, a German and a Frenchwoman, apparently dressed as b.u.ms.

Prior to this, the driver spoke about the case when a famous Australian photographer was too carried away by photography and was eaten by a tiger. But a moment before his death, he managed to take a magnificent shot, a tiger throw. This frame was then sold for 5,000 American dollars. And they the drivers who took the photo of the torn photographer received $ 50 for their shots. Therefore, they always carried cameras with them.
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They also talked about another case when the British bathed in the river, although it was forbidden and one of the tourists bit off his hand, it was a crocodile. In the national park there were about 300 of three types.

Once we pa.s.sed a place of a destroyed forest house and there were three crosses in the ground with knolls. This place was attacked by a herd of elephants and killed three foresters. True or not, no one could tell for sure. But surprisingly, we saw the houses of foresters, they were like castles, on a hill, around a ditch 6 meters deep, 5 wide, there were two wooden bridges over it, on the edges of which barbed wire was braided. Portable bridges.

And the columns of the house itself, the walls and the roof in this wire, with nails pointed ahead and broken gla.s.s. Remedies for tigers and elephants.