Tusk

As nothing eventful is going on with me at the moment, I feel I will have to regale you with another tale from a past vacation.
This time I will take you back to 1999 and June and I decide to visit Thailand.

After a wonderful two weeks, we decided that going on an elephant trek through the rain forest was a good idea. This was on our third last day or so of our break, and, because it was June, it was the rainy season.
The car came and picked us up and dropped us off at the elephant station. There were, if I recall, three other couples. We were all allocated an elephant, and each elephant had a handler. We knew we were in for something special when our handler arrived. A young man sporting only one leg. He walked with the aid of a crutch. He was kind, and offered us the use of an umbrella as the rain was quite incessant.
We alighted the animal via a high platform, and we sat upon a plastic seat, situated at each side of the elephant. The seat had sides, metal ones I beleive, that we could hold onto. Off we set for a very pleasant couple of hours.

On the way back, we were halted by a break in the trees, with splendid views from the hillside over the beautiful ocean. The handlers went to one side of the space to have a chat and a cigarette, whilst the elephants were content to stretch their trunks into the branches above them to eat some leaves.
But, as could be predicted, our pachyderm, decided it didn't fancy following in his colleagues footsteps, but fancied some sustenance from the tops of the trees. But the tops were well without it's reach, and realised that the fresh foliage was to be had over the edge of the cliff, where the untouched growth was. So off we went on the short stroll, where, on reaching the fence at the edge of the clearing, and proceeded to end forward and reach as far over the edge as it could. Meanwhile we were holding an umbrella between us, holding onto each other, buttock cheeks holding onto the the saturated plastic seats, with our legs digging into the neck of madam elephant to prevent us being hurled headlong into oblivion.
The handlers were alerted by the screams of our fellow tourists, and by the laughter ( was it manic?) of ourselves.
So imagine our one-legged mahout, having no time to grab his crutch, had to hop wildly over to try and lean over and grab hold of the rope, and attempt to pull the beast up.
Obviously he succeeded, as we are still here. He was so apologetic.

At the end of the trek, when we were back at the station waiting for our car to come, a man, came up gave us a seat to sit on and offered us an ice cold coke each. June doesn't like fizzy drinks, but as it was hot and she was thirsty, we accepted.
She had a sip out if it and was holding it by her side as we chatted about our memorable experience, when all of a sudden she felt her arm take a jolt. Looking round we saw a tiny baby elephant with it's trunk in her glass, drinking the coke and spitting out the ice cubes.

http://youtu.be/umjYHLt56kg
The picture, again isn't related to the story.
But an example of bad grammar courtesy of our taxi office