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| Emily the Elephant |
From deep in the heart of South Africa, October 2014: By 9 am this morning I find myself rocking and rolling on top of a huge elephant
named “Emily”. Emily, over 1,000 pounds of her, is in motion along with 7
others. Snuggled up beside her is “Alana” a 1 year old baby who nurses
every time we stop or when Emily wants to eat, which is often. Following is her
two year old baby with a trainer sitting on her back.
Rudy
and I are perched (literally) in a saddle high up on her back.
Her skin is like the toughest leather you can imagine, caked with mud from her
river bath and silver gray in color. In front of us is Emily’s driver
trying to keep her under control.
Elephants I soon find have a mind of their own and go when they want to go, eat when
they want to eat and take off in a strange kind of gallop through the bush when
frightened. My big issue with Emily is when she walks she has a rolling
action that is exactly like being in a high sea. Well, you probably
guessed it….after about 30 minutes of this I had sea sickness but in this case
it was motion sickness. I struggled to not throw up down the back of our
driver's shirt who sat on Emily’s neck in front of me. We still had a
ways to go and I knew I wasn’t going to make it.
Finally
I said, “I’ve got to get off of Emily, I’m sick.” Our driver looked at me
thinking I was nuts. Here we are out in the bush, 10 feet up in the air
with no platform to dismount. Did I care, I was going to bale! He
yelled to bring water. I didn’t need water I needed to get off of this
1,000 pound hunk of animal. Rudy was oblivious to my sinking condition, no
surprise!
Emily
decided to eat a passing tree, not a limb but an entire tree, five foot
high. She gets her trunk around it and pulls while giving it a big
kick. Out it comes and she immediately starts stripping the bark off
while the tree hangs out of both sides of her mouth. If she was so darn
smart when it came to food why couldn’t she kneel down and let me off her
back.
Fortunately,
a disembarking platform appears in the bush and the driver made straight for
it. Two natives come running, climb up the platform and pull me off
just in time. The driver was saved, I was relieved and Rudy was still
trying to figure out what the big deal was.
