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Just as the yogi is ever striving to perfect an asana, so do I go ever in search of the Indian tiger, in this case, the Bengali tiger. My research and calculations suggested that I should go to the park which, apart from being a World Heritage UNESCO site and the world's largest delta area of 5 rivers, holds the largest tiger population. Somehow I hadn't calculated that, um, yeah, at a total of 283 tigers for something like 5,000 square kilometers of parkland, the odds of me actually seeing a tiger were like 1,000,000 to 1. Duh. I guess I thought that if it was an area where these tigers still manage to kill and eat 30 odd Indian villagers each year, they must be in close contact. So, whatever. I still have my hopes up for seeing a tiger in this lifetime! And I've seen almost the next best thing, as well as catching all kinds of other crazy wildlife, crocodiles, monitors, monkeys, and all in terrain (if you can call it that) which was so watery, with high and low tides 4 times a day, that the flora has adapted to being immersed up to the leaves of treetops and then having their roots exposed endlessly. A really unusual and beautiful habitat/niche and a really nice break from the pollution and dirt of cities. I enjoyed the time, peace and food at the tiger park, as well as being able to entertain myself with an Israeli ex-military officer, who proved to be my sole source of humor among a mad troupe of 15-odd Bengali/Japanese/Australian family members. I spent 3 days traveling to and at Sunderbans Tiger Reserve, and I could easily have spent a week!