My Nepal - Royal Bardia National Park

I sweat through my shirt. My trousers clung to my body. Beads of perspiration dripped down my face. The sun was unrelenting, beating down on us as we navigated the cracked dirt roads. The wind seized to exist. This was Nepal, and I was loving every minute of it. While most head south to Chitwan, we headed west, far west to the lesser known, though equally as stunning, Royal Bardia National Park. These are our photos, this is our journey.

Three women stand proud and amused on a watchtower

A young boy jumps out of the midday heat

Tending the fields

Village life

Local guide, shows us tiger country

Without a map, or a guide, we left the main road and ventured far beyond the guesthouses, electricity and telephone wires, hoping to discover something. Anything. This is Nepal, we knew we wouldn't be disappointed. We stumbled upon this.

A village of 30. No running water, no electricity, miles and hours away from anything.

+45 heat and wearing a balaclava? The locals check us out

When a tragedy has occurred, villagers will close their doors and adorn it with branches. I'm not sure what happened to this family.

A local villager, though no English was spoken, they were initially shy or weary of us

After some laughter, bad pantomime and a village tour, they warmed up to us

Richard and Betsy - our 350cc Royal Enfield, leaving beautiful Bardia National Park.

-Tossed Sallard-