Boom with our Karen Burmese hill tribe guide named Dang for 3 days, who was formerly a mahout, Elephant trainer/rider in childhood.
Abraham holding onto the slippery, wiggly back of his elephant, with our guide spotting him.
Abraham watching the mahouts throw buckets of water on us and the elephants. More on us than on the elepants!March 12, 2011
Abraham's Blog:
They had to take the Dad with the big tusks away, whose whole body was 100 feet big. And then my elephant they shot a slingshot at. And then the guy had a dagger and it did not hurt the elephant, it didn't care. Once the mahout whacked the baby and the baby didn't care. And then Nick, our guide, had a very stick so he didn't whack then he wanted to whack them but the elephants still didn't care. The elephants chased him. There was one mahout who lived there. My elephant I rode on pooped. And then our elephant started walking. And then the baby elephant climbed up on all of their backs but couldn't climb up because they keep on walking. And then they didn't have any tusks. Only girls did not have tusks. Boys did have tusks.
And then last was the river. So the mahouts took a bucket and splashed it on us and the elephants sprayed at us. And, the elephants sprayed in their mouths because they were thirsty. And then Alice's elephant went all the way under the water. And then the baby was so excited that it rolled in the water. One baby was big and one baby was small. So the big baby didn't like the water but still stayed in. But the little elephant baby liked it so it wanted to stay in so it stayed.
And then when we were going back home, me and Mommy saw the baby nursing his Mommy. And then we saw a mahout who stomped his feet to make my elephant come. And then when I was very close to my car I saw a guy pulling a big wagon of hay for the elephants. And, I thought it would break the bridge. But, it did not.
The End. From Abraham.
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