The next day, Thanksgiving Day, we decided to be tourist. Genuine tourist... so we jumped into a van with other tourist in Chiang Mai and headed to an Elephant Camp. A motley crew of French Arabs, UKs with their new young Thai brides, saucy Aussies, boring Germans, and another endless chatter box New Yorker were packed into the van with us. Then we rode elephants through the jungle, watched one elephant named suda paint an elephant, and fed several of the mammoths for the duration of our time at the Camp. Fed them whole bananas and logs of sugar cane. The crunch an elephant makes when they bite into a log of the sugar cane is an audio mind blitz- like a bulldozer treading over freshly fallen forrest tree limbs. I couldn't help but post the last photo in this grouping. How many times in my life can I say I mounted and rode an elephant through the jungle?
The answer to date = 1.
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