I’ve said it before, I’ll say it once again. I love riding big beasts. It brings me so much joy whenever I sit on top of a huge, breathing animal. It’s thrilling and exciting to entrust your life to something that is so big and you have very little control of. It’s been quite awhile since I last rode something (boyfriend doesn’t count btw) so when our tour guide told us yesterday that we’ll get to ride an elephant, I almost pissed my trousers.

Horses? Check. Camel? Check. Elephant? Well, check check check. My boyfriend and I rode an elephant earlier this morning when we went to the Amber Palace. Our elephant’s name is Lucky. He’s twenty-five years old.

Riding an elephant is harder than I thought. It wasn’t the most comfortable ride I’ve had but it was fun nonetheless.

BTW, my kiwi friend Isaac told me a few weeks ago to avoid wearing shorts because elephant hair is itchy and can scratch your legs but it wasn’t so bad when I touched it. Ah well.

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