Elephants and Bamboo Rafts
The elephant grasped the banana with his trunk, which disappeared with it before coming back empty a few seconds later. 
Before long, all the bananas and sugar canes had gone and he grudgingly plodded on knowing that we’d soon be sold some more. Sure enough, the handlers have a cunningly placed cooler just down the track.
Suddenly I’m in the water; an hour or so has passed since the elephant experience and I’ve been trying to stand up on a bamboo raft. The water isn’t deep but it is brown enough to make the rocky river bed invisible, and I stand just in time to watch a piece of elephant dung float past. Wet and filthy, I find my way back onto the waiting raft trying to decide if I’m going to remember this as a positive or negative experience.
Don’t forget to check the gallery for some recent pictures. Particularly recommended are the albums from Siem Reap and Phnom Penh.
