#MANAS NATIONAL PARK

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" The Magnificent Mana " // © Marlon du Toit

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Crocodile at Mana Pools National Park, Zimbabwe Jens Cullmann

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10 Tips For Safe River Rafting

River rafting is one of the exhilarating activities one can do their vacation. This invigorating outdoor activity is a great way to take on a ride of thrills. It is so popular that it is now more mainstream than before. The same goes for the Manas river riding where most visitor of Manas National Park can’t say no to this fun and thrilling activity.

However, as much as river rafting is fun, it is dangerous too. Before your family, friends or you do for it, it is advisable to learn about river riding and a few tips for safe river rafting.

1. Wear a life jacket

Wearing a life jacket is a must to do before going for river rafting. Make sure the life jacket is properly fitted snugly around your body. This can be very dangerous if the life jacket is not properly fit. It is important to check it with the professional at least once.

2. Wear Proper gear

Put the helmets and appropriate footwear for your safety, no matter the level of rafting you are participating in. It is always better to take precautions.

3. Choose a reputable operator

It is very crucial to look for certified and experienced rafting operators who follow the protocols for a safe ride and have trained guides. In any place you go for river rafting, there are reputable operator to follow and guide you. In Manas National Park is famous for its thrilling activities and one of them is river rafting. River rafting in Manas National Park comes with trained and skilled professionals.

4. Listen to the guide

Let your guide be the boss. Listen to their instruction because they are experienced and can handle any type of situation coming their way.

5. Learn basic commands

It will take a few minutes to listen and pay attention during the safety talk but it will help you protect yourself during a mishap. You can learn a few basic commands like High-siding etc. Remember don’t panic! Chances are there won’t be any accidents. Though situations sometimes can get out of control, it is never harmful to learn a few basic commands in your way before the river rafting.

6. Avoid alcohol before rafting

Alcohol is a direct ticket to get into an accident. So a big no to alcohol. During river rafting, you have to keep note of a lot of things and take precautions where needed. Only a sane mind will be ready for any sort of situation that can go out of control. Once you start, you have to stay in the boat and hold the paddle properly. During the rafting, you have to pay attention to the rocks coming from downstream so it would be quite hard to follow the commands while drunk.

7. Watch for wildlife

As much as it is safe around the forest guards and experts guiding, it is likely that you encounter wildlife. It is always advisable to watch out for an unforeseen circumstance.

8. Know the swimming techniques:

During river rafting, there are high chances of you falling into the water. It is normal yet sometimes when you don’t know the right techniques to swim, the situation can turn out to be dangerous. Due to the high current and rocks, it becomes important that one should know the proper rules for these situations. 

9. Don’t panic

 Remember: Don’t Panic! Panicking during a dangerous situation is very normal but trying to calm yourself is the best help you can do for yourself. Why wait time when you can analyze and apply the commands and safety protocols you have learned for such situations. If you are not able to calm down then it is advisable to listen closely to your guide and let them lead you.

10. Know your limits

As much as it is fun to go for the river rafting and feel the thrills, it is very important to know your limit. Properly check your health before you go for a thrill-seeking adventure. People with weak hearts should think twice before participating in it.

Conclusion

So don’t panic and go for this fun, Invigorating activity. Many places offer river rafting and one of them is Manas river rafting. Once you visit there, take note of the safety measures and make unforgettable memories. Just make sure to follow the guide and let them lead you. Be alert andlisten carefully aboyt the safety protocols and some basic commands for the river rafting.

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Best Picnic Spots of Lower Assam | Unique

Lower Assam, located in the northeastern state of India, is a region known for its natural beauty, rich culture, and diverse wildlife. It is also home to a number of picturesque picnic spots, perfect for spending a day outdoors with family and friends. In the blog post, We discover the hidden gems of Lower Assam with our guide to the Best Picnic Spots, Assam best Picnic Places of 2024. Explore…

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East African Lion in Mana Pools National Park, Zimbabwe

Birger Strahl

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Manas National Park Assam Travel Guide

Manas National Park Assam Travel Guide – All you need to know for planning your trip to Manas National Park in Assam, North East India https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/manas-national-park-assam-travel-guide-sameer-mehta-0czyc/

#ManasNationalPark #Assam #travelguide #northeastindia #tours #reconholidays

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Manas National Park Assam: A UNESCO Gem Amidst Wilderness

Manas National Park Assam: A UNESCO Gem Amidst Wilderness https://reconholidays.com/manas-national-park-assam-unesco-gem-amidst-wilderness/

#manasnationalpark #assam #travelblog #northeastindia #holidays #tours #reconholidays #india

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https://www.bhutanbirdingtours.com/royal-manas-national-park/

Welcome to Bhutan's Royal Manas National Park by Langur Eco Travels

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African wild dogs (Lycaon pictus) in Mana Pools National Park, Zimbabwe

by Charlotte Blanchet

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Molori Mashuma,

Mana Pools National Park, Zimbabwe, Africa,

Courtesy: Rora Private Collection

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Bikashkumar Baid

Capped Langur

Manas National Park, Assam

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“ Mana Pools National Park “ // Solly Levi

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Marlon du Toit (Instagram: marlondutoit)

Elephant bull named Boswell, Mana Pools National Park, Zimbabwe.

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Thank you for the Proof of Life prompt this morning! You've mentioned a wedding band and a wedding (I think??) in one of today's prompts. Um...Could you maybe write the wedding? Please?? I get if its too fluffy an ask, but I'm on my kneeeees I love this universe so much I want to live in it

1. She sits against the pillows of the bed, lounging like a limp doll, totally sapped of strength.

“How come all our assignments are to places that are hot?” she asks.

Mulder, at the end of the bed, his lap half covered in only a sheet, has his hands around her foot, which he raises to his face. He gives her toes a sniff and then presses them to his lips. “Are you lodging a complaint?” he mumbles through them.

There’s a sheen of sweat across her brow and tiny beads along the bridge of her nose.

“Perhaps” she says. “I’m experiencing a fair amount of thermal fatigue.”

Mulder looks out the window of the small bungalow and into the green beyond it. He has been in India for four months. Scully has been here for one.

“Maybe we should go somewhere colder,” he says.

2. He has been working with a journalist for the Washington Post on a story about an elephant sanctuary on the fringe of the remote Manas National Park. He has been staying on property for the last week and Scully arrived that morning to finally join him. Matthas, the journalist writing the piece, left the night before, and Mulder’s work for the article is done, though Scully doesn’t know this. He has arranged a rare day off for her, and the mahouts who live at the sanctuary are eager to show her a good time.

She has taken to dressing in brighter colors since her arrival here, and today wears a gauzy pink blouse over a bright green sarong, her hair a frizzy muzz on the top of her head. It is hard to look away from her.

Mulder, his camera in its ubiquitous place around his neck, is talking to Anand, one of the mahouts.

“Scully,” he calls out.

She is standing atop grass of virulent green reading one of the signs they have up for visitors, explaining the need for the camp in Assam.

She waves and he gives her a “come here,” gesture. She moves toward him.

“I don’t want to get in the way,” she says demurely, hanging back a bit.

“It’s fine,” he smiles at her. “I have a surprise for you.”

On a nod from Anand, he takes her hand and walks her over to the river, where another mahout, Davanesh, stands next to one of the sanctuary’s stars, Tara, who sways on soft feet, keeping a rhythm known only to her kind.

“Come and meet her,” Mulder says. He had met Tara upon his arrival and knows the beast to be kind-hearted and affectionate. He picked her specifically for this.

The river next to them is a purling brown, with the grass-cutter area beyond it. In the woods behind the river, one of the sanctuary elephants calls out and Tara answers with a short, happy trumpet.

Scully smiles at him nervously. “Is it safe?”

He shrugs and grins back. “Safe enough.”

The elephant turns her attention to the newcomer and lifts her trunk when Scully approaches, reaching out to touch her lightly on the shoulder, on her ponytail. Scully is delighted by the attention, if a little timid. Tara begins gently nosing Scully’s face. The elephant’s trunk is gray on top, the bottom the same delicate pink as Scully’s shirt. Her long eyelashes are soft and feather-like, gentle fans around intelligent eyes.

The mahout says something and Mulder interprets.

“You breathe into their trunk so they can get to know your scent,” he explains.

Scully, still a little skittish, does as prompted and then Tara takes a step back, swinging her trunk back and forth a few times before swinging it over to Davanesh, who smiles at Mulder and nods.

“Now hold out your hand,” Mulder says, butterflies set to wing in his stomach.

Tara takes a step forward and swings her trunk back at Scully, dropping something gently in her outstretched hand, her trunk as nimble as human fingers.

“What is…?” Scully says, and looks at her palm. There is a small turquoise satin bag sitting on it.

“Open it,” Mulder says softly, stepping up behind her.

She opens the bag and shakes out a delicate silver ring into her other palm. She gives a small gasp.

Mulder lowers himself to one knee beside her and Davanesh smiles widely, his teeth bright white against his dark skin.

“Mulder, you don’t have to-”

“It feels like the thing to do,” he smiles up at her. “Will you?”

He doesn’t actually say the words, and Scully doesn’t actually say yes, but she nods happily, a look crossing her face that Mulder interprets as the urge to laugh and cry at the same time. Before he can reach up to put the ring on her finger, Tara starts bumping him in the head with her trunk, unused to not being the center of attention. Scully lets out a sharp peel of laughter and Mulder finally stands, a thought occurring to him.

“Shit!” he says, someone indecorously. “I forgot to take a picture!”

3. “I’ll give you this,” Scully says as they walk past the building of the Consulate General, a ritual they do on their first day in any foreign country. “It’s certainly not too hot here.”

They are just down from the Royal Mile in Edinburgh, still on Princes Street. It’s early April in Scotland, and, Mulder has to admit, butt-fucking cold.

The American flag snaps and flaps in the cold breeze at the top of the building they stand in front of, and they nod at the Marine behind the gate before turning on their heel and heading back toward the castle. They are unlikely to need the services of the Consulate here, but have had the occasion, on no less than three separate instances, to yell “I’m an American!” while running full bore at embassy and consulate gates in other parts of the world, and every time, the young Marine (it’s always a young Marine) stationed there has snapped to attention and saved their hides.

Here, they’re more in danger of tripping over a cobblestone while walking to the closest coffee shop, but Scully said she was sick of the heat, and Mulder has an idea.

It started with listless boredom, as these things tend to, laid out in a tent near the equator, reading whatever English-language book that happened to be left behind by a colleague or visitor. In this case it was a Regency romance novel that Scully had burned through the weekend before and Mulder picked up on the working theory that you could actually die of boredom. At the time, all he thought was: needs must.

In the story, a young daughter of a marquess – madly in love with the blacksmith who’d heroically fixed the axle on her wayward carriage, eloped with her muscle-bound beau to Gretna Green and married only minutes before her viscous older brother arrived on scene with the cavalry of the ton at his back. The young couple slipped away and consummated the marriage (with many a heaving bosom) beneath a willow in the village square and what’s done was done and they lived happily ever after.

Mulder prefers the bed in their rented flat to the wet sod of a village green and they had consummated their relationship hundreds of times over at this point, but Gretna Green: now there was an idea.

He grabs her mittened hand, the ring around her finger a hard nub under his hand, and feels a swell of something like pride. That this incredible woman would choose him.

As they begin the walk up the Royal Mile, they pass coffee shops, gelato shops, store fronts hocking kitschy souvenirs. Mulder pulls up in front of one of probably twenty with a mannequin in the window wearing a kilt. It’s fitted out in the whole nine yards (literally—where the saying came from) of formal wear; hose with flashes, a sporran, Prince Charlie jacket. There’s even a sheathed dirk tucked into the waistband.

“So, I had a thought,” he says.

Scully turns her attention from the window to him.

“I was thinking we could elope.” She raises her eyebrows at this. “Here,” he goes on to explain.

A small smile creeps up her cheek.

“Do you remember that novel in Laos, the one that made the rounds through camp? The blacksmith and the wanton wallflower, something…” he trails off.

“I remember an outbreak of the clap not long after…”

Mulder stifles the urge to laugh.

“That’s the one.”

It takes Scully a moment to catch up. “You want to elope to Gretna Green?” Her eyebrows are sky high.

“Bad idea?” he says a little self-consciously.

“No, I-“ she turns back to the store window. “I kind of love it, actually.”

“We ran off to Gretna Green would make a great story,” he says.

She squeezes his hand. “I don’t think anything could top our meet-cute.”

He smiles at her, looks to the window himself.

“Would you wear a kilt?” she asks.

“Would you want me to?”

She half-turns her head to him, a sly little smile on her face.

4. Click.

He takes one picture before handing his camera over to the volunteer witness, who immediately turns the lens back on Mulder, an odd, curious feeling.

One he forgets the instant he turns to Scully.

She is in a simple white dress, her long hair brushed to a high shine and curled over one shoulder. She carries no flowers and is wearing only simple silver jewelry, and her hands are warm and dry and fit just right into his. She never once looks away.

They opted for a ceremony in the original marriage room of the old smithy, partly for the kitsch of it and partly as an inside joke, but Mulder doesn’t feel like laughing as they stand over the old anvil. There is an ethereal earthiness to the room, with its whitewashed stone walls and rough hewn low ceiling battened with old horseshoes.

As the officiant speaks of love being forged in an unbreakable bond, Mulder thinks of 1055, of their stringy hair and unwashed bodies, of the boot-steps of the men always lurking outside their door.

Love isn’t just forged in peace and bliss, he thinks, but in trial and turmoil too.

They hold hands and exchange rings and when the officiant pronounces them wed, he leans in to press his lips to hers and it’s all sun-dried linen and eucalyptus and that room on the 10th floor. Flowers come from dirt. Good things can come from bad. Love can come from anywhere if only you have the courage to hang onto it.

Click.

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#Wildography Presents The Elephantastic Balancing Act of a Provider from Magical Mana Pools In Zimbabwe by #wildographer @subisridharan Mana Pools one of the very few places where few eles stand on their hind legs to reach the top of the tree. They do this trick in the dry season to reach tasty leaves & also before the acacia pods drop to the ground. Ana trees (Faidherbia albida) are the most prolific along the flood plain and where the most animals feed the scraps below these magnificent trees. A handful of elephants have learnt to stand on their back legs, giving them those precious extra feet in order to reach the higher branches of these trees... #WildographyandSafaris #wildlifephotography #mononchromemonday #shutterzoomuk #wildlifephoto ##wildlifelovers #wildlifeplanet #wildlife__perfection #african_nature #africanwildlife #exclusive_wildlife #wildlife #ig_africa #ig_wildlife #africananimals #marvelouz_animals #wildlife_inspired #elephant #endangeredspecies #savetheelephants #manapools (at Mana Pools National Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmEEMpwMOSg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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GOI File - Children of the DeepWoods

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Title: Children of the Deep Woods

First known active date: 1█/██/1899

Known aliases in the mundane world: N/A

Key Individuals:

Fenrir Lycan - Figure of worship, Leader

Father Proctor - Pastor, leader

Jawbone - Seer

Sable Proctor - Keeper of Ruins

Dallas Richter - Festival Director

Skull - Heavylifter guardian

Phalanges - not an individual, but they represent the littles of the GOI

Created SCPs?: Wolf Skull Piece, DeepWoods Wine, Wolf Statutte (Destroyed)

Known Relationship with other Groups of Interest:

Church of the High Moon (Former Enemies, allies now merged.)

Anti-Werewolf League (Enemies)

Foundation (Partial Allies)

Chaos Insurgency (Enemies)

Snapdragon Smugglers (Partial Allies)

Ambrose Restaurants (Allies)

Dr. Wondertainment Inc. (Allies)

Troupe of Shadows (Enemies)

Mana Charitable Foundation (Allies)

Flora Fighters (Enemies)

Description: The Children of the Deep Woods are an anomalous group of lycanthropes (werewolves) that live in a forest in North America, with a similar forest also appearing in the wilderness of Russia. While the group came to the Foundation's attention a little over a century ago, the group has operated since before clear records of time.

The group of interest is a religious one, worshipping a nature deity by the name of Fenrir Lycan, otherwise known as [REDACTED BY O5 COUNCIL]. On ██/██/20██ He appeared to put aside the differences of the Deep Woods and the Church of the High Moon, revealing that they were both worshipping him, albeit different aspects of him

Retrieval of flora and fauna from the Deep Woods for Foundation research is next to impossible, as the locals believe that all the plants and animals from the Deep Woods are created by their deity, and that its removal from the forest would be a major affront.

The Deep Woods began with the fall of their deity's pantheon at the hands of the Scarlet King, being some of the sole survivors from the massacre. They would form the Deep Woods to keep their deity alive through faith, and eventually spilled out, leading to rogue werewolves around the world, which eventually landed them on the Foundation's radar.

Known Incidents:

??? - The Scarlet King appears and massacres a pantheon. The surviving followers of the nature deity Fenrir Lycan flee to the woods where they make their home

6/13/1789 - The feud between the Deep Woods and the Church of the High Moon begins in Europe

11/13/1880 - The feud transcends to the Americas.

6/██/194█ - Foundation discovers the Deep Woods. Ends with three agents going missing. The body of one is recovered, having been made as a scarecrow.

2/1/1958 - Leopold Kensington of the AWL is murdered by a werewolf. The werewolf becomes the first Spine Sentinel for defending the fauna of the DeepWoods.

5/14/1975 - The AWL murder a young girl of the Deep Woods. Fenrir Lycan appears. He turns the girl into a constellation

6/25/1988 - Fenrir Lycan appears, settling the feud.

4/██/198█ - Foundation meddles in politics to prevent the Deep Woods from being destroyed, instead getting it instated as a national park. The AWL attempts to mail bomb members of the Foundation publicly involved. Environmental Scientist Frida Jenkins is killed by one.

8/12/2000 - AWL member Wilma Rettenbocker is transformed, making her the first person to betray the AWL. A few days later, Jawbone is born.

5/15/2018 - Jawbone succeeds in his first vision without splitting into four individuals. It details a newfound pantheon.

█/██/202█ - Member of the Foundingverse, Aaron Siegel visits to experience his newly gained lycanthropy in a peaceful environment. A festival is held the same day. Siegel joins in the hunt as Duck leaves the next day with some wine and a pet bunny, Persimmon.

█/█/202█ - the AWL lead an attack on the Deep Woods. This fails, leading to the hunting party either dying or rapidly transforming into werewolves due to the special moon. The leader of the hunting group is lured into a church and eaten.

5/31/2022 - The AWL creates a camping spot, with the hopes of luring werewolves out to murder, using innocent humans as live bait.