During our drive to Sawai Madhopur, where we hope to see tigers at Ranthambore National Park, we came across countryside filled with picturesque, but simple day to day scenes: tired, painted camels pulling homemade, wooden carts, ancient, overloaded trucks hauling people and crops, women carrying various size pots atop their dainty heads, desert-like, dry land growing African-looking, acacia-type trees and then not too far down the road – green pasture nourishing oodles of yellow mustard flowers, the low Alwar Hills curving around villages, burly cows freely roaming with heads bobbing, small, functional homes consisting of thatch and mud, dented scooters and motorbikes having no rear-view mirrors, old men standing and sitting by the road waiting on what looked to be nothing, unmarked Sleeping Policemen (bumps in the road) intending to slow traffic, but instead throwing many front-ends out of line, colorfully-clad women working on the road with posted signs nearby reading, ‘Men at Work’, lush crops growing in dry river beds and children, when they saw us, practicing their few words of English, ‘Hello, hello, hello’.