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Written by Peter Smith   
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Day 36: Sunday 28th October - Delhi to Corbett Tiger Reserve  

 
We found out last night that those who were most unhappy about not going to Laos, Tibet and China had booked themselves on a tour taking them through these countries and left this morning. Mas and Mac were returning to the bus in Bangkok but Dave was heading on to Vietnam to meet up with Natalie and then going back to Ausie to sort out her divorce which was getting complicated. Beside them Scooby, Barry, Ben and Doc (Fergal) were leaving to spend a few days in Goa. Sue, Noreen and Mary were heading off to Rajpur and Ted and Gordon were staying in Delhi. So we set out at 7.00am with our depleted numbers for what was expected to be a long journey. However, the journey was fine with enough room on the bus for everyone to have a double seat. We made what we thought was a strange decision to stop in a village to have lunch at an outside café. Samosas washed down with bottles of coke surrounded by all the male village population who could walk. I managed to start a conversation with a group of young lads who got closer and closer until Anne and myself were the only ones left being totally surrounded by 30 to 40 villagers. All the others had returned to the security of the bus. The young lads told me through their interpreter that they didn't have time to play football, hadn't heard of David Beckham (thank goodness), didn't go to school and strangely were curious about and liked our names Anne and Peter.

The countryside from Delhi was flat to the horizon and squalid by the road with miles of shanty huts and tents interspersed with shops and stalls selling life's necessities i.e. Car parts etc again. As we got closer to the reserve the scenery changed with lovely rolling hills in the distance but still squalor by the road.

We arrived at the Corbett Camp with plenty of light some three and half hours before dinner at 7.00pm. We would have been even earlier if we could have found the place: we spent forty five minutes stood by the road phoning and waiting for someone from the camp to meet us. However, for a change, there was no rushing to wash and dress before eating. We were sitting in the middle of a camp with two storied chalets at the bottom of the site, bungalows with tents inside of them on the outskirts and a round thatched roofed bar come diner at the top of the site and all set in a beautiful garden area. There were trees, hedges, shrubs, flowers, birds and butterflies everywhere. It looked, smelt and felt like paradise. Normally I would stop there but not on this occasion.

Two hours later we were still sitting surrounded by our bags waiting to be allocated our rooms. The rooms were not ready and although no one else was booked in double rooms were converted to hold four on floor mattresses. Firstly we were shown to a very pleasant, if not a little, minimalist but clean room with air condition and a roof  fan. But before I could put my bags down the manager came and moved us to another one: a tent inside a concrete bungalow. It was damp and wreaked of deet, the sink was smashed which didn't really matter because there was no running water from either the hot or cold taps and this was costing an extra £30 a night on top of what Ozbus had paid. I was not well pleased and Anne using her diplomacy managed to upgrade to a second story chalet with balcony looking out onto the most beautiful Indian farm scene. This cost a for further 40 rupee a night. The scene won me over instantly but I was now paying an extra 10 a night for the same type of room we were originally allocated before the manager stepped in. Our room down stairs had now become a four bedded room with the use of floor mattresses. Our room was beginning to lose its attraction, no hot and a trickle of cold water, no toilet paper and no electricity to the air condition unit but it did have the view to die for.

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