Ayan Adak

One of many bridges on the Parramatta River. Photo courtesy of Ayan Adak The entrance to Parramatta Park, like a lot of Sydney, is very modest. It looks like any other entrance to any other park. However, when you step inside and take the time to immerse yourself, something shifts. The history here quietly shows itself in the sandstone buildings, the wide lawns and the river paths. For anyone drawn to the past, or to the architecture that carries it, Parramatta rewards the attention.

Bengal Tiger in Ranthambhore National Park. Photo by Prasanna S via iStock I remember the first time I saw a tiger in the wild. You are bound to remember it all your life. It was dawn in Pench National Park, near Nagpur. The wooded grasslands were still wrapped in a pale mist, teak trunks rising pale and straight around us.