At Chiangtao, the first of two elephant camps we visited this summer, I watched this boy watching the elephants. He stood there for a long time. We were waiting for one to have the howdah put on his back and be led up to the platform where we would climb aboard, and ride for about three quarters of an hour through the jungle.
The ride culminated in a visit to a Lisu village, part of which was arranged for the sale of crafts to the tourists who rode in. I bought a belt, John a small stringed instrument the name of which I sadly did not learn. Then we rode back to the camp and moved on.
Unfortunately, the battery in my camera ran out during the ride up to the village, so I did not take any photos of the village or, especially sad to say, of the man who sold us our loot. He had a great smile. With luck, the Dutch couple who rode up in convoy with us will eventually send some photos. (Are you listening, Anne?)
Jealous...
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