When I was in the Himalayas in the summer of 1994 on a UN Mission with my best friend Julien Seetharamdoo, the week my mum passed away, Julien & I went on a trek into the reserve behind the school we were helping out at.
Half an hour into the walk, Julien pointed out it was actually a Tiger Reserve and, lo and behold, we then heard a tiger roar! Needless to say, we turned back to base. Julien saved my life that day!
The UN killed my mum. It was trying to kill me too!