Here, kitty, kitty!

 

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This photo above is of one of the two largest tigers we met at Tiger Kingdom. The handler took this shot because the guests are not to get this close to the face. In fact just after this shot, a playful swipe sent the camera flying but to no ill effect. Point taken though. This fellow is 20 months old and about 4 foot long. Its paws are as big as our hands. We were allowed to lie against its rump, play with its tail and rub its belly, which they seem to like a lot.   Amazing opportunity. There were four large cats in this enclosure. The handlers were playing with them just like little pussy cats… which of course they’re not. A young girl was hastily chastised by staff for sticking her hands through the fence from outside despite clear signage to the contrary.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

At Tiger Kingdom you can get in touch with tigers of all sizes. You can literally buy tickets for personal encounters with the smallest, small, medium and largest tigers… take your pick. The smallest were about the size of pet cats. We lay down with them and had a good pat and cuddle. I don’t know where else you’d get to actually touch a tiger… and all this for $30 each!

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I was pleased to see the conditions for the animals were clean and spacious and that the handlers did not mistreat the tigers.

 

 

 

 

 

The elephant in the room

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About an hour an a half north of Chiang Mai, into the mountains, is the Elephant Nature Park, a different sort of elephant attraction because the focus is on the well being of the animals.   These are not wild elephants but a lucky handful of those who were rescued from cruel servitude, injured or just neglected and unwanted after the logging trade was finally wound down, just before every last teak tree was removed from the face of Thailand… just in time I hope.

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The park is set in beautiful mountain country, similar to rainforest, with a swift flowing mountain river running through. There is accommodation for over night stays and it’s possible to volunteer here. There’s plenty to do… and plenty of “do”. The poo patrol is kept busy.  We fed the elephants pumpkins, pineapple and bananas, the latter being the gold currency it seems. They’re very keen on bananas. You can walk with the elephants around the park and wash them in the river, which is great fun. They then have a good scratch and cover themselves in mud which seems counter-productive but then the sun is quite hot here.

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The ages range from 60+ to the newest who was only a month old when we saw him. There is no breeding program here, so the birth was a surprise. The mother elephant had been rescued from Burma after having stepped on a land mine (unfortunately common). Half of one of her massive feet had been blown sideways, but soon after arriving in the park, she gave birth. With extensive and on-going veterinary care she is recovering well enough on that foot but of course will never be quite the same again. Good thing she’s in proper care. Some elephants are forced to work the streets of Bangkok, terrified and at risk of being killed by traffic. Please do not give money to people using elephants in this way.

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Each elephant in the park has a fellow who accompanies it everywhere all day, a mahout in the old terminology, but the elephants are not beaten here. We saw a video about how wild elephants are tortured to “break them in” for work. Traditionally, they were locked in a crush, restrained and prodded with sharp spikes for days without and water. I didn’t know the full extent of this before. Some of the elephants here have broken bones from work injuries. Another was deliberately blinded in both eyes to force obedience. This was after she had given birth while working on a mountain-side, the newborn tumbling down the slope away from her, still in its sack where it would have perished. She was too distressed to obey commands so blinding her was their response. What a horrible story. Here in the park she has no further problems, thanks to having been adopted by another elephant who is her “seeing eye elephant” so to speak. They are never far away from each other. In fact here they are below..

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If you wish to see elephants in Thailand please do go to Elephant Nature Park because the money you spend there goes  to  the  care, feeding and veterinary costs for these magnificent animals. There are also about 300 dogs in the park, rescued from the streets of Bangkok during the 2012 floods.

http://www.elephantnaturepark.org

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Charades, anyone?

I’m a planner. Before our holiday to Thailand, I checked the flights and our passport expiry dates. I looked up the Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade to see their advice as to safety and customs. We were vaccinated within an inch of our lives and listened earnestly to dire prognostications of the kinds of illnesses that could befall us if we ate anything that wasn’t boiled in front of us. I don’t like any nasty surprises… but I’m human… female, in fact… so guess what I forgot.

No problem, of course; I’ll just go to a Chemist. I’m a mature adult and it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. The sign even said, “English speaking chemist.” Great.

My question regarding feminine hygiene products was met with a polite, benevolent but puzzled face. Obviously the chemist speaks some English but not this particular phrase. I speak no Thai. OK, she’s a woman. Great. I try to explain about sanitary napkins: “You know, you put them on your underpants.” No luck. I consider any sort of gesture or diagram which might describe tampons but remembered that it’s very important to be polite in Thailand.  A very rare thing happened: words deserted me. So I smile and look around the shelves, looking increasingly like someone who should be returned to the asylum from whence I had obviously escaped.

“This not medicine?” The chemist broke the silence, for which I was immensely grateful. Clearly chemists in Thailand only sell medically relevant products, which, in retrospect, is perfectly sensible. “No, not medicine,” I managed, backing slowly out the door, nodding and smiling, hoping that no closed circuit television would be capturing how supercilious I looked for later display on TV or the web.

Thankfully, in the main street was a cluttered shop with bulk washing power and toilet paper… aha! All the things that are now crammed into our Chemist shops at home but at twice the price of a supermarket. There I found tampons and, so relieved was I, that I purchased enough to last until menopause. The “super” napkins that were apparently 20% longer than normal were so short I need to put two together lengthwise. At least I didn’t have to wrap toilet paper in papyrus and secure with a length of string.

Please, don’t let this put you off at all. Chiang Mai is fabulous as I’ll relate elsewhere.