Yesterday, as we were going down to the beach with Great Aunt Jane, we met a taxi driver who asked us if we wanted to go to a celebration with 50 elephants for 800 rupees!
So the next day on the way to the beach my Dad went to the Helipad but he didn’t find the same taxi driver. He found another taxi driver that would take us for a better price of 700 rupees. By that time we were all home from the beach, so my Dad told him to bring his taxi to the end of our laneway at 2 p.m.
When we got to the celebration, there were only 42 elephants but we forgot all about that because we were so excited. There were dancers and very loud drummers that you would have to scream to talk to someone else.
Big and small elephants were at the celebration. The baby elephant was the only one not to
And their skin is so rumpled.
{And we where very happy that aunt Jane suggested going to the celebration}
1 comment:
What an amazing celebration you had, with 42 elephants. I love the picture of the elephant's toes and legs, with his panty hose falling down, all wrinkly. The sound of the elephants and the drummers must have been quite deafening. Hope you didn't step in any of those soccer ball-sized poops!
Love, Grandma
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