Since it was already raining, we decided not to pay the extra 300 rupees for the "Elephant Shower" option. The elephant tramped around a circuit lined with palm and banana trees and various spice plants. Getting up onto the elephant was an adventure - you could either grab the tail and hoist yourself up, or let him swing you up with his trunk.
OK, not really. You stand on a bamboo platform and wait for the elephant to come shuffling up, sidle next to the platform, and hope he doesn't move away while you're clambering on. But getting swung up by the trunk just sounds cooler, plus that's what happens in the Jungle Book, so that's what I'm going to tell everyone happened.
About twenty minutes into the bouncy ride for us, a short constitutional for the elephant, we heard an extraordinarily loud thud behind us, as if someone had dropped a 50 pound suitcase on the airport floor as you're waiting at the baggage carousel. Well, we turned around to see. It looked like it might have weighed 50 pounds, but it was most definitely not a suitcase. I envision the elephant smiling at this point as three more heavy thuds dropped behind him, nearly landing on the elephant minder's feet. The elephant moved a bit more jauntily afterwards.
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