Imagine my surprise when the owner informed me that a English gentleman by the name of Adam Barlow, a tiger expert studying for his PhD (in tigers and shit) from the University of Minnesota, was staying at his house. He asked me if I'd heard of him to which I replied in the negative. Awkwaaard. And then you have his son and daughter in law, both experts on the flora and fauna of the Sundarbans....also living at his home. Ooooops.
Thankfully, I was never properly unmasked. Adam was home in England for the holidays and the owner's son and daughter in law were also away. Score. My secret was safe. The following morning with my 'assistant' Alex in tow we headed back to Guide Tours and were given some bad news. The R.B. Emma, normally reserved for researchers and journalists, would only be at our disposal for a maximum of nine days. We did everything we could to quell our disappointment. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.
I was not sure if someone from the agency would come across my blog so I initially left these tidbits out as I knew it highly likely that I might avail myself of their services in the near future. I did feel a little guilty about the ruse but I certainly meant no harm. I just wanted to see a fucking tiger. Is that so wrong?]
Leaving the harbor area we made an unsuccessful attempt at boarding two enormous cargo ships, one from Ukraine, the other from South Korea. Apparently, letting random goofballs on your cargo vessel to have a look around is against regulations. Prudes. So we sailed on.
|Streets of Khulna|
|First tiger encounter in Khulna|
|A little shopping at the local grocery mart|
|Shopping cart for hobbits|
|A rather odd prawn fountain|
|Streets of Chandpai|