Picture Diary

Kabini Jungle Lodge is known for tuskers. Spotted quite a few. Alas no tigers!
Sun sets at the Kabini lake. Loved the gorgeous colours. An artiste's colour palette!



This is the jungle lodge we stayed at. Lush greenery.

Sit on the clouds and float away into nothingness. Or perhaps pull out a few wisps and gobble them. This is so ME. Always hungry.

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