844 days, 20,256 hours, 1,215,360 minutes, or 72,921,600 seconds. That is the approximate duration of my world tour. I never wanted it to end and now, in a manner of speaking, I suppose it never has to. If you wish to go by country do so by clicking on one above. They are numbered in the order I visited them, more or less. If you enjoy reading about it even a tenth as much as I enjoyed living it then you will not have wasted your time. Grab a refreshing beverage, settle in a comfortable chair, and make a journey across the world, experiencing it as I did. Then get off your ass and check it out for yourself. You're not getting any younger.

Showing posts with label Tiger Island. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tiger Island. Show all posts

Homoeroticism & Tiger Island (Sundarbans, Bangladesh) Part III

Jan 9th, 2010 - I slept surprisingly well considering our watch tower location. Something about the fresh cool air and the relative warmth and seclusion inside my sleeping made for a restful night's sleep. We collected our things and headed back to the boat for a bit of breakfast. While enjoying our meal we noticed a small boat with what appeared to be most of the population of Bangladesh on it approaching the trail leading to the watch tower and the beach beyond. After breakfast we too headed back to the tower and continued on toward the seafront. We would be walking along Katka Beach to the Kochikhali Forest Station. Our boat was to rendezvous with us there.

Upon reaching the beach we encountered the battalion of men we’d seen earlier enjoying a match of beach cricket. They were all employees of a Bangladeshi clothing manufacturer on a company retreat.  As one might expect not long after our arrival we became the center of attention.

"I'm Hungry Over Here!!!" (Sundarbans, Bangladesh) Part IV

Jan 10th, 2010 - For the second night in a row we slept on the top platform of the watchtower near the Katka (Kotka) Forest Department station. The results were much the same although we did see an unidentifiable shape move through the twilight of a full moon. Tiger? Maybe. It could have been a unicorn for all we knew (probably easier to find one). Had it shown itself again we would have illuminated the area but it did not return. So one more night in the tower with only a blissful night’s sleep in our favor. There are worse tragedies.

We awoke the next morning to discover yet another large group of Bengali men on a company outing making their way along the trail. Of course their first stop was the tower.  The fact that Alex and I were still in our sleeping bags and occupying the majority of the space on the platform did nothing to deter the interlopers from conducting a morning photo shoot.  One of them was so anxious to start snapping photos that I had to request he give me a moment to put on my pants before commencing. Even before I’d extricated myself from the bag the session had begun. They were exceedingly friendly and kept apologizing profusely for disturbing us, even though we were the ones hogging all the space on a public viewing tower.