1975by Shelley Buck
Ulrike was hard to know. Large and awkward, she seemed under the thumb of her companion, who was said to be a doctor. The two lived in a camper near the VW bus where I was staying at an informal parking area by the Arabian Sea in Goa. The Goan beaches stretched on for more than forty miles, and we were camped near their southern end. Beyond us the sands disappeared, and there was only jungle. Or so I was told. One of the neighbors claimed he had traveled south into the jungle and found himself face-to-face with a tiger.