"Come with us," Father.
said from the house by Toor gin it to the zoo .. [...] We came to the big cats, our tigers, lions and leopards Babu, the guard was waiting for us .[...] The cages were empty, except for one: Mahisha, the patriarch in our Bengal tigers could not yet out. As we entered, he immediately came to the cage bars, with a furious roar, the ears back, stapled the round eyes fixed on Babu. He snarled as loud and angry that the whole house seemed to shake predator. I trembled to its knees. I pressed me to mother. They also shook. Even father took a moment until he had made himself. Only Babu was the rage and the look that pierced him, nothing. His confidence in the bars was unshakable. Mahisha went into his cage up and down, always pushing the rods.
father stood in front of us. "What animal is that?" He had to yell, so we by him Mahishas Hiss could hear.
"a tiger," Ravi answered (my brother) and me in the choir and confirmed well-behaved, which was not to see.
"Are tigers dangerous?"
"Yes, father, tigers are dangerous,"
"Tigers are
very dangerous," shouted Father. "You have to understand that you never - under any
circumstances - is expected to touch a tiger, never you are allowed to stroke him, or even a finger stuck through the bars that is clear, Ravi."
Ravi nodded eagerly.
"Piscine"
I nodded eagerly. Nevertheless, he looked at me more. [...]
"I'll show you how Tigers are dangerous, "he continued." I want you to keep this lesson in your life to end. He looked at
Babu and nodded. [...] Babu opened a cage next to the tiger cage. [...]. [...] Goat Babu went to the door between the two cages and began to raise them .[...] In anticipation of his prey stopped Mahisha. Two things I heard in the sudden silence - father's words "never forget that lesson," his eyes fixed grimly on the show, and the bleating of the goat. She had to have screamed the whole time, but we could not hear them. [...]
I do not remember if I saw the blood spray, before I fled in Mother's arms, or later if I remember to, painted with broad brushes. But could not close the ears I am. What I heard put me into extreme panic vegetarian.
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Last Saturday the first day "playground construction for Kannagi Nagar / Thuraipakkam" was. All that did not work and what worked then but would be worth another entry. But I consider myself to Leif, who said before my trip: "It's great that you have a blog, but please do not ever four-page entries!"
Well I want to tell you of another scrap of India. The Mudumalai National Park on the border between the states of Tamil Nadu (since where Chennai is where I'm = always) to Kerala. 10 hours by overnight train. A tiger leap for Indian conditions!
Mario and I met by chance on the road four Spaniards (Natalia, Natalia,
Marta and Sofie), that we were two weeks ago in Kanchipuram (the motorcycle trip) in the same hotel. The small world again. Each traveler can sing this song his.
So we wanted that in the national park. See animals! They had booked ne "private" tour for 200 rupees, the whole day in the park with local guide and all. One of the tours that sound great, but are the biggest nightmare. We took a jeep from the hotel. Geil! But The jeep takes us only to a larger bus, which is already full and we will drive around all day. We are restless. Is this what we want? With a group of tourists on the bus traveling? As the "Guide" says that we will first see the film and the spots and filming companies, waterfalls, and otherwise great places, it terrified us. We will use the park where we want to see elephants, touchieren only in passing. Perhaps a photo from the window of the bus out. Mario and I awoke from this nightmare. We do our own tour. Zack out. Call the park management.
"Yes, private tour guide
is possible." Angeheurt a jeep, and have us hinbringt could we start our tour. The Spaniards, Mario, I and our guide Sudesan Kuttappan called Kutta. In addition, there are Kompagnion.
on a four and a half hours of climbing route we want to see all the 320 species, of which speaks Kutta: Here live more than 800 elephants, dozens of water buffalo, sloth bears, Asiatic wild dog, striped hyenas, antelopes, spotted deer, barking deer, monkeys, panthers, leopards, and there are even 42 Bengal tigers. I think of Richard Parker, but also to Mashita. Armed with digital cameras, adventure and a keen eye, we make our way through the forest, the ever changeable, its image: rain forest-like narrow, wide fields of elephants "cut down" Bamboo clusters, flowering hedge bushes, etc. Our eyes are directed in all directions, but we do not see any animals. Simply not there! Because I can see in their little garden district on Veddel larger and more dangerous animals. Jumping rabbits and barking dogs and stuff!
pass the first two hours. A couple of screaming monkeys, strange birds, a jungle fowl, a peacock, at some point some water buffalo and two "Bambi" (Kutta). That is not to sound excessive, but I expected more. "Bambi" I know the Father in Beckum wood and the other animals are beautiful, but I will correct animals. I just want to elephants . See Ok, a wild Bengal tigers would be a dream, but the self-Kutta provides a maximum of once a month.
More and more I begin to doubt at all that what Kutta says begin to recalculate. All these animals are spread over an area of 320 square kilometers, which is almost the area of Germany. And in this thicket, which is the size of Germany, he wants to show me one of the 800 elephants! Sure, he grew up here, the park knows inside out and stuff you get to hear. Of course, he also has to offer "his" story when he was attacked by a schonmal crazed elephant mother and only narrowly survived. The park is beautiful. The landscape after the previous torrential rainfall pure and refreshing, yet stunning. "After the rain we have good chance to see elephants." We quietly sneak into us. We pet hungry tourists obediently follow our guide. His steps are slower. He raises his hand and that means stopping us now. Not a word. Somewhere away some cracks. The thought of Bengal Tiger Mahisha or Richard Parker could throw myself on the same generated in me a masala of attraction, fear and curiosity. But again, nothing. The adventure kick was good, but again saw no animals. We move on. The girls have any leeches on the leg, but it was already the greatest danger. No hazardous Animals!
The afternoon passed, we shoot group photos with our guides, who already have something in the nature of farewell. Not even seen an elephant! The dim sun and the time for thoughts leave reality appear more clearly.
Sure, we could Kutta all the clues point to elephants: Schlammsulen, knocked bamboos and deciduous trees, with their backs rubbed beef chunks and a countless number of large elephant pile. Really exciting, however, an antelope skeleton was in a tree. Well-being of a Panther. I think it really gives these wild animals here, but they are just Humanophob. If a man nearby, hide then they start to play. And they are good! Eckstein, Eckstein everything must be hidden. Clearly, predators hide in the trees, in caves or shelters. Water buffalo cows are indeed somewhere. You just stay and do nothing. They are good at. Smaller animals warp into the undergrowth, birds in their nests. But the real king in this game is the elephant. An elephant is brilliant in it apparently to hide his massive body arg silently. Once we finally heard one that sounds have been out of hiding. Gradually, we saw trees falling. We could even see were demolished as three meters above the branches. We the elephants have already been one, but we have seen him finally not!
Kutta we moved on. We could hardly walk, because we knew that in 40 meters distance the elephant has to be, we wish to see. Aperture and exposure of the camera are set in manual mode according to the lighting conditions. No way. Kutta has grown, and we should leave the reserve Mudumalai without the pictures, we've made before our inner eyes before! to an impressive day on which a bit of sadness remains, but have missed something.
But then all all. Tiger, Tiger roars us a stranger Indians with a deep voice a whisper against. It shows the character which stands for quiet as a mouse. Fast, but every step we considered follow him to a 5 meter high rock. A photographer with a telephoto on a tripod are the first thing we see.
The lens points directly on two Bengal tigers! Even if they are about 70 meters away, so just shows their stripes and neck hair, looming up like a role behind the head if the male turns his head lying to us. So you are my Richard Parker! Hello! Even if the tiger is too far away for a sharp picture, so I säusel him a faint "hello" contrary. 'm Spellbound and happy. The female is next, moves slowly and gleefully back and forth, disappears after some time. At some point runs Kutta - our guide - as a mentally ill towards Tiger. This does not behave like Mahisha with the goat, but turns around and runs towards the jungle.
. PS: Sorry Leif, has not worked out for brevity, though I have missed so much already, what has emerged in stories and pictures
why I always try to be exceeded this limit. Go to the people to speak to her, trying to avoid the beaten track of tourists and from time to time to look left and right. the possibility to stop, stop when you want is liberating. It solves these imaginary fence from time to time. I remember the birthday dinner yesterday with Anne and Cathy in a fancy Chinese-Taiwanese restaurant in the heart of Delhi. Since we were more complicated but guests, or our order it was, we were served by the restaurant manager. 
an initially stiff acting Indians. The is not only maintained but also unbroken English speaking. We first talk about the food and are still guests. But we are looking for the contact and he is an interlocutor at eye level. And so we learn something about him, his family, about happiness. Shortly before, an old rickshaw driver, with which we briefly but intensely on religion faith discussed. Is it God or not? Who is it? He dismissed us with the question "What is the supernatural power?" 
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