Hunting Tigers

With Richie on a rented scooter, we headed out to a small village called Tayo, where we were told you could hear tigers at night. After a tough day riding the Ho Chi Minh trail made of stacked rocks packed with their ends facing up, through bull dust puddles and across disintegrating bridges we arrived completely worn down and fell into a deep sleep. In the morning, I asked Richie if he heard any tiger last night, he shook his head and said “did you?” I said “yeah, one that went meooowww.”