'Know what I mean 'arry?'

Trip Start Sep 13, 2010
Trip End Nov 26, 2010

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Flag of Indonesia  , Bali,
Monday, October 4, 2010

No sooner had we arrived in Ubud than we were booked on an elephant ride at Elephant Camp.  The husband of the waitress in the cafe we stopped to book a room from was going to pick us up the following morning to take us.

The drive to Elephant Camp was really interesting, through rice fields and small villages and passed the ever present temples.  In fact, we stopped outside Wayan's house where his wife came running out to greet us and invite us in.  Being British, we felt incredibly awkward about this and stuttered and stammered before graciously turning down the invitation.  We then proceeded to exclaim to each other how amazed we were that she had done that having only met us the day before and how lovely it would have been to meet her family.

Forty minutes later, passed pigs in trucks, fighting cocks, mad dogs and pedestrians in helmets, we arrived at Elephant Camp.

Despite my excitement to see the elephants, I couldn't help feeling upset to see the babies chained up for us to look at.  One of them seemed happy enough but the other was definitely quite agitated and I felt hypocritical to be saddened by it but still pay money and take photographs.  I can only take comfort that the organisation is doing good work in protecting the species of Sumatran elephants that we saw here.

We got to take a ride on a naughty teenage elephant called 'arry (actually, I think it was probably more like Ari but that's not funny).  Ari was great fun, he didn't do as he was told which was both amusing and terrifying!
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terrythetill on

Hi Kelly, shame you didn't meet the family, might have been an enjoyable experience. But as you say we British are still so reserved and polite.
Your description of the journey to the elephant camp (pigs in trucks, fighting cocks etc.), reminds me of those taxi rides in Greenwich on a Saturday night. And your feelings about the captive elephants brings back my thoughts as Martina & I enjoyed the antics of the Killer Whales and Dolphins at San Diego Sea World. Some years later one of the Whales attacked and killed it's companion, apparently out of frustration.
Love Dad

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