Luckily, I was sitting in front of him which allowed me to conceal the permagrin I was constantly sporting. Every once and a while I would interject with a 'Yep' or 'Yeaaaaah. It sure is nice' or 'Sure I do' or 'I agree. People suck'.
|Denis doing a bit of Rhino reconnaissance|
But it was not over. For our first night's lodging we crossed the river once again to a village on the edge of the national park. This was the home village of Denis. He built a small hut with a few rooms to house tourists like me who want to get a taste of village life in Chitwan Valley. Although not near his actual house his family was only a short walk along a meandering path. It was there where we would be eating dinner.
|The spots for standing, squatting, handstands, and cartwheels are in a different village|