Liz and Dick have always loved cats and these are the largest cats in the world; the males tip the scales at 450 pounds plus. Tong promises that we'll get to touch a tiger. We envisage reaching our finger through cage bars to touch Tony. The experience is considerably more intense!
First, the cubs. Somehow Tong has convinced the keepers that Liz and Dick are the ambassadors from another planet and must touch this world's wildlife. Other tourists may reach out and possibly pet the cubs......Liz and Dick get to hold them (this phenomena, which we describe as "being Tonged", will appear again later in our tour). There are few times in our lives that we have been so happy as when we held these female cubs, even though one sliced a small chunk of Richard's ear. If possible, hold a tiger before you die!

Then the cubs do a "meet and greet" with the assembled minions. They are of such perfect size and cuteness that we considered stuffing one into our back pack and making a run for the car park. Monks can't run in robes.
Then they bring out Mom and Dad (well, actually 7 tigers in total) - the keepers and the monks walk the tigers about 3/4 of a kilometre from their cages down into a canyon. The following photo should make it clear that they are very large and very functional. There are rumours of drugging, but we don't think so. They are clearly well fed, but they don't allow small children near them.....apparently even a well fed Tony can't resist a really tender morsel (where was Tony the last time you had to fly with a screaming kid?)
Tong, of course, had arranged that we would be first to walk with the tigers (the Keepers had been "Tonged") as they make their way to the canyon. Our instructions are
1) Touch firmly, don't move around
2) stay behind the head (since that is the eating end, this particularly makes sense to us)
3) stay calm (we repeat our mantra - "Seigried and Roy, Siegfried and Roy"
Then, like wusses, we walk with tigers - it was wonderful - especially when Richard's tiger decided to brush him off on a convenient tree - points to Tony
Now we've all arrived at the canyon - 7 tigers and about 30 utterly insane people. Then, in case we haven't had enough, we have an orgy of petting and photographing with tigers. Tong, naturally, has arranged we'll be first to pet the tigers ("Tonged" again) - you give your camera to one of the keepers and another keeper takes you around to each of the tigers. We were regrettably cautious - but some participants got right into it. The day someone genetically alters a tiger not to tear your head off, we'll be first in line to acquire one. Petting one is like handling a loaded Uzi. There's an elegance and deadliness about them that is intoxicating. Following are more photos of the Beebys with Tigers!
The Tigers were a real life experience. But the Tiger Temple is not an amusement park - it really is a Buddhist Temple with 4 monks living there and other animals. The origination was a baby tiger whose mother had been killed by poachers. There are numerous other "saved" animals in the enclosure - deer who had been wounded by poachers seeking their antlers, water buffalo too old to work saved from the slaughterhouse, wild pigs, a sun bear called Bam Bam and numerous birds. The other animals are relaxed, but not stupid - they all go to the other end of the compound when the tigers come out! The monks are building a large new facility for the tigers and plan to release as many back to the wild as they can.
Following are shots of the other animals - our favourite is the deer with its hoof just touching the lowest step of the temple - his personal "get out of jail free" card!