CJ + friend

Curfew at nine weeks

Curfew nursing

chums

Water bath

chillin'

Myanmar altar

It was difficult to say goodbye to our elephant friends this morning.  I cried.  I never got tired of photographing them.  We were so lucky to be at the camp shortly after the birth of the new baby, Curfew.  The last baby born at camp was two years ago!  He is adorable and mischievous.  I could write a book about the elephants and our experiences with them, but there are not enough hours in the day.  I have many stories to tell.  It seems the blog will have to go on past this trip, in order for me to keep up with it all.  We have toured many villages in Northern Thailand, visited Myanmar (Burma), and arrived today in Laos.  Unfortunately, I have to catch up on some sleep, for tomorrow there are many more adventures to come.  I will keep the photos coming, so you can at least get a snapshot of what we are taking in.  We are completely blissed out……and completely enchanted with this part of the world.  Thank you for your comments and for your visits!

We are in that “Twilight Zone” phase of not having a clue of what day or time it is.  We are totally confused about when we should eat or sleep.  We are currently in a day room, near the hotel in Bangkok, as our flight to Chiang Rai doesn’t leave until late afternoon.  I will say Cathay Pacific is a fantastic airline.  The business class pods make a huge difference for sleeping, and the food and movies were excellent.  We had a gorgeous view of the full moon, from 30,000 feet+ out the window of the plane.  Magical.  It all adds to the total sense of disorientation.  Lewis is loving the dumplings.  Mom is going to get a Thai massage, and then we head back for our flight north to our tented elephant camp.  We can’t wait!

hipster in his pod

clouds

fun food

Hot shot at 12

We are on the homestretch of preparing to leave.  Camera gear is organized, bug spray, snacks, ipods, etc.  Yesterday, Curtis picked up Lewis from four weeks at sports camp in New Hampshire, grumpy that he wasn’t staying for the full seven weeks.  Mumbling, moody, twelve year old boys in full puberty, don’t always make the most pleasant traveling companions.   B R E A T H E   To top it off, I stepped into what was virtually a ground hog hole on second avenue on Thursday afternoon, and badly sprained my ankle.  So now I’m enduring the challenges of packing……on crutches.  bloody hell.  As my girlfriend says, “Welcome to **** happens!”  So, knowing that I AM SUPERWOMAN, I’m doing everything humanly possible to expedite the rehab of my ankle, so I can leave these crutches with someone in Thailand, who needs them more than I do.  Ready, set, GO!  This should be interesting.