After returning to the Elephant Court resort for a very late breakfast, we headed off to a cardamom plantation and elephant place (for lack of a more apt word).
Before I left on this trip, when I told people I was going to India, the first thing they asked was “are you going to ride an elephant?” I answered “no,” because no mention of elephant riding appeared in the itinerary. Well, I was wrong. I did ride an elephant and it was wonderful.
Getting to the elephant place involved a tuktuk ride. Four of us in one tuktuk that was big enough to accommodate maybe three standard American behinds. Because I was the first one it, I was sitting kind of sideways with half of my heinie hanging out the window. Picture above illustrates.
Of course, I was lucky in that I was first on the elephant, Remba, and, so, was in the front, which was great when we went uphill and my two companions felt as though they were going to slide off the beast’s backside. Going downhill, however, the situation was reversed: My companions felt very secure and I was afraid that the only thing between me and a nosedive was Remba’s trunk. We all stayed where we needed to and the ride was completed with no untoward incidents.
Elephants are interesting creatures, they have a nice bristly crew cut and a surprisingly big mouth, which we discovered when we fed them chunks of pumpkin. We also had the opportunity to help wash one of them, which both Joan and I did and, once I got over the sensation that I was standing in six inches of liquified elephant poo, it was kind of fun.
Sadly, wifi connection still not good enough to include extra photos.