We did wonder if our luck could hold. We had our fingers crossed to draw zone 3 and have a chance to see the two tiger cubs - but we were out of tiger luck it seems. We were in zone 5 and it was pretty dry altogether - a long horrendously rough drive to pick up other guests from the back of beyond, a long and horrendously rough drive back to the main road, a long and horrendously rough(er) drive to get into zone 5, a few half hearted examples of wildlife standing about looking bored - a deer or two, quite a few peacocks, the highlight was black storks. Seriously. Storks were the highlight. There was a solid (desperate?) rumour of a tiger and that was about it. Sigh... So then we had a long and horrendously rough drive to get out of zone 5, followed by a long and horrendously rough drive to drop off the others and a long and horrendously rough drive out to the main road. Even the main road was pretty long, horrendous and rough back to our hotel. We were shattered. Still on a high from our cracking total of 7 tigers and amazing qualiTy with a capital T for Tigers experience, of course, but we had to decline the opportunity to dine at the hotel’s other property - which as it happens we’d passed during one of our incursions to the middle of nowhere. Just wasn’t going to happen. Had a bath, tried to get feeling back into our behinds, snuffled dinner and discovered I’d only taken 30 photos during the course of our fourth and final safari. Some sort of personal record and a perfect reflection of how bereft zone 5 was of anything worth taking photos of. (And I’ll probably delete most of the 30...) Tomorrow? We pack and then it’s onto the Golden Temple Mail Train to haul us up to Amritsar and the start of our next adventure. (Pictured? Safari Guide scouring landscape for anything, anything at all, with a pulse.)