Attack of the swamp thing...
...I have an antidote to malaise, an uplift, at least temporarily, for the spirit. If you could bottle it, you could sell it, come to think of it if I weren't a charity I could sell it.
Hmmmmm.....
Yesterday it was raining and everything that dropped off the e-mail had my bile rising, rather than fire back rude e-mails to perfectly reasonable requests I decided to leave the office - the nice thing about a Northern summer rain is that it is rather pleasant to get wet (if you have a change of clothes and a drying machine at your disposal) - and try to track down the baby elephants.
They were out roaming in the swamp (grassland + rain = swamp) but I managed to find them, not sure how long we can continue operating down there but as long as we can we will as everyone seems to enjoy it and those Anantara and Four Seasons guests who take the trouble to track them down can experience the ultimate horror show...
...The Attack of the Swamp Things
I'm not sure if my photographs accurately portray the general, all pervading, muddiness of the experience but consider yourselves warned.
First the smaller, more mobile, ones hit you (luckily for the laundry Pompui was confined to barracks yesterday for being up all night playing in the rain and forgetting to sleep - by morning she was a snoring lump next to her fire)...
...first they size you up and then, attack, attack, attack.
...with all that noise, the chances of the bigger ones not noticing you are slim...
...Nong Pleum rises from the mire...
...if you are lucky a mahout will distract them with sugar cane and there's a chance to escape...
...and they'll go off to graze elsewhere (or surprise a buffalo - buffalo: "Hey, I'm the swamp thing here"; Poon Larb: "wanna make something of it?".
Interesting to see the little-big-fella, Tawan, arriving late to this little buffalo ambush - for all his three year old tantrums and attacking of innocent clumps of grass he's still heads the list in number of things he's scared of (including buffalo, Poon Larb, injections...) but he does seem to have developed a crush on Boun Na.
Before I get any clever ideas to try to raise funds by selling what nature and luck have given me you'd better come to stay and play - there is nothing to beat it.
Hmmmmm.....
Yesterday it was raining and everything that dropped off the e-mail had my bile rising, rather than fire back rude e-mails to perfectly reasonable requests I decided to leave the office - the nice thing about a Northern summer rain is that it is rather pleasant to get wet (if you have a change of clothes and a drying machine at your disposal) - and try to track down the baby elephants.
They were out roaming in the swamp (grassland + rain = swamp) but I managed to find them, not sure how long we can continue operating down there but as long as we can we will as everyone seems to enjoy it and those Anantara and Four Seasons guests who take the trouble to track them down can experience the ultimate horror show...
...The Attack of the Swamp Things
I'm not sure if my photographs accurately portray the general, all pervading, muddiness of the experience but consider yourselves warned.
First the smaller, more mobile, ones hit you (luckily for the laundry Pompui was confined to barracks yesterday for being up all night playing in the rain and forgetting to sleep - by morning she was a snoring lump next to her fire)...
...first they size you up and then, attack, attack, attack.
...with all that noise, the chances of the bigger ones not noticing you are slim...
...Nong Pleum rises from the mire...
...if you are lucky a mahout will distract them with sugar cane and there's a chance to escape...
...and they'll go off to graze elsewhere (or surprise a buffalo - buffalo: "Hey, I'm the swamp thing here"; Poon Larb: "wanna make something of it?".
Interesting to see the little-big-fella, Tawan, arriving late to this little buffalo ambush - for all his three year old tantrums and attacking of innocent clumps of grass he's still heads the list in number of things he's scared of (including buffalo, Poon Larb, injections...) but he does seem to have developed a crush on Boun Na.
Before I get any clever ideas to try to raise funds by selling what nature and luck have given me you'd better come to stay and play - there is nothing to beat it.
Reminds us of the old Hippopotamus Song......"Mud, mud, glorious mud, Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood."
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...there may have been a rendition or two during the day.
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