Paper Tigers
The remainder of the afternoon was spent trying to rent a motorcycle. Nobody was eager to rent one to me and even less so when I explained my plan of traveling north without a permit or a good idea of what I was looking for other than a tiger.
Golden Green
But then, just as we stop for a short break, much further away, hundreds of meters across the valley, there is a different hue of gold moving through an opening. It is big, and my mind races as I try to make out what it is, browsing through all the large animals that could explain what I am seeing.