Planet Tiger

30/05/2026

29/05/2026

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29/05/2026

La Russie a offert quatre rares tigres de l’Amour au Kazakhstan avant la visite officielle du président Vladimir Poutine dans le pays.
Les tigres, dont deux oursons capturés dans la région de Khabarovsk en Russie, devraient être libérés dans la nature dans le cadre des efforts du Kazakhstan pour restaurer sa population tigre.

Ahead of President Vladimir Putin’s official visit to Kazakhstan, Russia strengthened environmental cooperation by gifting four rare Amur tigers, an endangered and iconic species. Among them are two young cubs captured in Russia’s Khabarovsk region.

The initiative highlights a shared commitment to wildlife conservation and biodiversity protection, supporting Kazakhstan’s efforts to restore its tiger population after the species disappeared from the wild. The tigers are expected to be gradually reintroduced into their natural habitat, marking a significant step toward preserving one of the world’s rarest big cats.

27/05/2026

Un immense merci à Sport d’Époque qui accompagne depuis de nombreuses années l’association Planète Tigre.

Au-delà d’être une belle marque française, avec une fabrication en France et au Portugal et une qualité remarquable, Sport d’Époque fait preuve d’une vraie générosité. Régulièrement, Anthony et Benoît offrent des T-shirts à nos collaborateurs indiens qui travaillent sur le terrain. Et quel bonheur de voir leurs sourires lorsqu’ils reçoivent ces magnifiques cadeaux !

Un grand merci à toute l’équipe de Sport d’Époque pour votre fidélité, votre soutien et votre engagement à nos côtés.

Frédéric

26/05/2026

For more than fifteen years, you’ve been traveling to India, and you never grow tired of that sacred city, Varanasi. India is an incredible country, where scenes of life unfold on every corner, even where you least expect them.

And each journey begins again with that familiar arrival. Varanasi doesn’t simply welcome you—it pulls you in slowly. The sounds come first: the horns, temple bells, street vendors calling out, footsteps echoing through narrow alleys. Then the colors take over, almost too vivid to feel real.

Along the ghats, life and death exist side by side without disguise. You sit for a moment, and the Ganges flows with its eternal rhythm, indifferent to the passing years. Families pray, children laugh, and further along, flames rise quietly into the sky. Nothing is hidden; everything is offered as it is.

And yet, despite this intensity, you always find the same feeling: a strange calm. As if Varanasi reminds you that the world does not need to be understood in order to be deeply experienced.

When you leave, you sometimes think you’ve seen it all. But you already know that isn’t true. Varanasi never really ends—it simply continues to live within you, until your next return.

23/05/2026

In the quiet of late afternoon, a great striped figure moved through the tall grass. Nothing hurried its steps. Every movement seemed measured, as though the earth had belonged to it for a very long time.

Its eyes drifted slowly from one shadow to another. A gaze calm yet deep—not truly harsh, not truly gentle. A gaze that seemed to see beyond the trees, beyond whatever stirred nearby. Whenever something caught its attention, it paused without a sound, still as living stone, then continued on with an ancient patience.

Its walk was unlike a run. It almost floated. The shoulders rolled softly beneath the striped coat, each paw touching the ground without disturbance, as though even the wind quietly stepped aside. There was no need to display strength; it lived quietly inside the way it moved.

And in its eyes lingered something unusual—a peaceful solitude mixed with constant awareness, as if it carried a secret no one else could hear.