10/05/2018
★ Elephant Woman ★
While in Chiang Mai, the opportunity came up for an elephant ride.
Yes, but not anyhow and randomly!
You(re probably aware of the abusive practices that pachyderms can endure. They're trapped in small cages when they're new borns, to be "broken" and so they can blindly obey to their mahout.
That's not over. Small wooden crates in which tourists ride for their walk? Torture. You see, the elephant's back is weak. All his power is concentrated in his neck. Wearing such a weight all day is actually unbearable for the animal.
I kept that in mind when I reserved an eco-tour with a meeting with an elephant and an exploration of the surrounding area. I'll be alone with the guide who cocooned me.
As soon as we leave, we stop to buy bananas for the elephant, and then back to the road by entering Doi Inthanon National Park. We arrive at destination after a drive on a small runway out of nowhere.
The elephant is here, waiting for me, with a few other people who care about him. Other small elephants are a bit further in a makeshift pen that seems, yes, big enough for their size and not too binding. But I notice the big one is chained up. "So he can't destroy the villages", says my guide. Hum. At least no cages and no crates on the back.
Strange, this first contact with the elephant! His name is Boje, it means "water". His trunk may seem intrusive, it's all wet and squidgy, it's all tensed towards you to take bananas, anyway... but you get used to it fast. Things are gonna get serious!
No saddle, so... Let's do without. But on the neck, so he doesn't feel me! You have to do some acrobatics so you don't fall from the cabin platform, but once you sit, it's okay, he doesn't get annoyed. The mahout leads him on the way. What a sensation! At every step, we feel the power of the animal. I have to control my balance so I don't fall, but all my trust goes to the mahout. Sometimes he gives me bananas, so I can give them back to the elephant, who, impassive in his walk, tends his trompe towards the smell. When it's gone, he smells my hands. That's funny. Uphill, downhill, you have to hang on, this unbeatable ride seems short despite a strong burn on my left knee. When I get down, I realize I've had an allergy to the elephant's skin, which has some very hard hair that can sting. But the people here apply me a balm because I'm not the first one to experiment it, and I feel better, fortunately because it's time to shower the elephant after the effort!