Chitwan National Park in Nepal was our next destination. After a very exciting bus ride down a typical Nepali road (involving an exhaust getting knocked off, the bus engine not being able to start again, and some other various miscommunications with the bus driver), we finally arrived at Island Jungle Resort. We were able to at least watch an awesome sunset.
Getting ready for the morning commute |
Rhinos, wild boars, and langur monkeys were going through their morning ablutions and eating breakfast.
The tranquility of the jungle was only disturbed by 20 people riding 4 elephants trampling through the thick brush. Really, the rhinos didn't seem to mind.
Afterwards, we walked through the jungle with a local tracker to try to find tigers and sloth bears, only the most feared animals in Chitwan. No, this doesn't sound smart to me either. The weapon of choice held by our tracker and guide: a big stick. We saw neither of these beasts, but did see tiger paw prints and sloth bear pits in the mud where they forage for termites. We were instructed to run up a tree if confronted by a rhino.
The elephant and Alan worked up quite a sweat walking (it was only about 36C/97F), so they both decided to take a bath in the river.
An elephant sneezes on Alan. |
Hot as it was, we rented two bicycles to explore the local Tharu villages. Most Tharu people's mode of transportation is bicycle, not elephant, not car.
Jennifer and her trusty steed. Check out the cool brakes and bling on the bike. Just needs tassles on the handlebars. |
It's actually a pretty sweet deal for the family. We pay them money to prepare an entire meal for them. But honestly, we learned a lot and had fun. Hopefully they had as much fun as we did (I think Alan provided some nice evening entertainment) and enjoyed the meal we cooked for them.
Alan stirring the onions while sitting on a Nepali-sized stool. The Tharu ladies laughed each time he had to stand up to stretch. Poor Alan. |
Alan plants some rice. He needs to go back in a couple of months to harvest now. Rice planting is typically done by the women. Yes, the little kids are laughing at Alan. Poor Alan. |
4 comments:
I love your updates! Your mom asked me today if you posted recently to make sure you were alive haha Can't wait to see all the pictures when you get back!
PS
I reminded Jeff to send over the book and info to England, so I hope he does it soon.
Exciting!! It's great to hear everything that you guys are doing. Living the travels vicariously through you! Keep at it and keep us all posted!
I don't understand why you traded in the elephants for bikes. They were doing all the work and cooling/washing the sweat off Alan. You could have started the "SUV" trend there by maintaining mahout status and flaunting the poor grass mileage.
"Poor grass mileage" - I love it. Actually, you bring up a good point. The way I'd read about how the mahouts treated their elephants bothered me a bit (actually, during our ride, the mahouts whacked at the tops of the elephants' skulls to keep them in line), but it's one of the unfortunate effects of domesticating an animal as powerful as an elephant. I'm not entirely sure I'd ride one again here.
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