CRUISING quietly on the Brahmaputra River in India is not where you might expect to sight your first tiger. I’d been to tiger camps before but sadly all I ever saw was evidence of where they’d been: claw scratch marks on trees, scats and even paw prints on dusty roads.
But while cruising the eastern edge of Kaziranga National Park in north-east India, the alert goes out: “Tiger!”.
All eyes onboard scan the tall elephant grass atop the sandy riverbank. The fabulous feline face resembles a mask like Tony the Tiger of cerealpack fame....
The Senior Traveller