Periyar, India
My Bum had gone to sleep from an extremely bumpy bus journey but my senses were enlivened from the death defying climb which the old rustbucket of a bus made up the winding hills (we'd call them mountains) and stunning backdrop of tea and spice plantations, to the town of Thekkady. I now have a wonderful tree house on the border of the Periyar wildlife sanctuary where I am sure I'll fail to spot a Tiger on my early morning safari tomorrow. 5.45am! Can'...