Friday, 1 January 2016

Walking with elephants in Chiang Mai...



“I hate elephants”, said no one, ever. Of all the world’s wild creatures, I think elephants must be the most loved by people and I’m no exception to that number. My recent experience walking with them in Chiang Mai was a highlight of my life and few of my travel experiences thus far have equaled it.

A few years ago, on my first trip to Thailand, before I knew better, I rode an elephant. At the time I wasn’t aware of what it took to make the animal ‘rider-friendly’, but I shall leave that subject there and let you do your own research on the topic.  This story is more about sharing the deep contentment of being up close and personal with one of the planets most incredible and endearing animals, in a unique and unforgettable way.



The Elephant Nature Park (ENP) is a unique project in Chiang Mai province in Northern Thailand, that is home to around 64 elephants (as well as cats, dogs and buffaloes) that have been rescued from distressful situations all over the country as well in Cambodia and Myanmar. In their previous lives they have endured many types of abuse, be it through trekking camps, illegal logging, street begging or performing. At the sanctuary, they are patiently nursed back to health, rehabilitated and able to recover physically and mentally and to thrive once again, in their natural habitat.  The person behind this extraordinary refuge is ENP Founder Sangduen ‘Lek’ Chailert. A remarkable woman, she has championed the cause of elephants in adverse circumstances since the 90’s, and has PhD’s in Sustainability and Conservation and Veterinary Science. She also established the Save the Elephant Foundation that does superb work across South East Asia. 

Dong...


The Elephant Nature Park lies 60km outside Chiang Mai, the’ Rose of the North’, a city of around 400 000 people, dating back to the 1200’s, that lies in the mountainous region of the country, close to Laos. As you edge closer to the north, the geography starts to morph beautifully - this was the Chiang Mai of which I heard so much. Rain forest and jungle territory, much of it depleted but still, green and lush, and literally a breath of fresh air after the heat and buzz of the city we’d left behind.



Arriving at the camp, I could see ‘our’ elephants in the distance and couldn’t wait to meet them. Each tour group walks with four elephants and their mahouts, who direct and coerce them with voice commands, never with hooks. Although I was one of nine other tourists, I never felt crowded out, as everyone spreads out and moves along at their own pace, so you almost feel as if you have the whole rainforest to yourself. The elephants and me. Bliss.



Smaller than its African counterpart, an Asian elephant stands at a height of about 2.7m.  It’s what I call a pretty elephant, with delicate frayed flapping ears, gentle eyes with long lashes and a calm aura that’s so synonymous with the species. Being so close to the animal enables one to really get a sense of it and it’s everything you’d expect. On my first close encounter with one elephant, I was able to softly place my hand flat on the top of his trunk, an appendage that is loaded with 40,000 muscles that’s a nose, an arm, a hand, a voice, a straw, and a hose, all in one. The skin is coarse and prickly, and the eye I looked into seemed so kind and understanding. I felt ashamed then, knowing what he had suffered before his rescue at the hands of humans. I know, from reading the incredibly moving book ‘The Elephant Whisperer’ by that legend of a man Lawrence Anthony, just how deeply sensitive elephants are and I have no doubt that in that brief moment I’d been observed, summed up, and I’d made a connection. I’d never have had this experience if I’d been riding on his back. That’s an incentive right there, to walk not ride.



One of the most appealing things about this tour was that it was slow. You take your time. Touring can be such a drag- a mad rush as people try cram in as much sightseeing as possible in a few hours and so often lose the chance to linger and truly absorb the surroundings. This wasn’t the case at the ENP…it’s a leisurely stop-and-start amble, hanging out with the elephants so to speak. It’s as if you’re privy to their world for day, accompanying them while they do their thing, instead of the other way around.

Looking for bananas...

Baby Navaan and his nanny...


Our first stop was in the shade of a few trees where the mahouts ran water onto the ground to make a small mud puddle for the elephants. Before long all four of them had gathered around and with their huge disc shaped feet, started scuffing and dislodging the soil, stirring it up, and then squirting it over and under their bodies, and anyone else’s who happened to be in close proximity! Caked with dust and dirt, which is a type of sunscreen for elephants, they finished off with a good scratch against the tree trunks, an elephant having a spa treatment of sorts in the wild.



The path we took saw us cross wide open fields, encountering a random herd of cows and their herders on the way, as well as a few of the rescued dogs that live at the ENP. Our trek took us under tree canopies, across a fast flowing river (remember to wear walking shoes suited to this), and along and up dusty mountain paths. I’m a Cape Town girl so very spoilt by the nature that surrounds me back home, and the more I walked the more I loved what I saw - I was getting my earth fix. It felt like I was in my own universe, with the deep green of surrounding tropical rain forest and the soft-footed grey giants plodding along quietly behind and beside me. Every now and then a trunk would slide over my shoulder or slip under my arm, the ‘finger’ nudging my hand and poking around for the bananas I was carrying in a sling bag provided by the guide.

Lunch was an experience all of its own. Thai food is incredible and when we climbed up the steps of the elevated wooden deck, what awaited us was a spread of deliciousness – noodles, chicken satay, watermelon, rice and vegetables, laid out on the floor in big banana leaves, and a traditional old cast iron kettle giving off a wisp of steam in the corner. The scene was set for good conversation with like-minded eco tourists from all over the planet and the view before us overlooking the river and hills, was stunning.



On the way back to the camp, we stopped at the river and doused the elephants, tossing buckets of water over them, and everyone else, while they feasted on fruits and carried on as if we weren’t actually even there. At the main park itself, it was incredible to see the Park’s youngest baby elephant, Navann, swim underwater, totally submerged.  Elephants are VERY strong swimmers and need to be able to bathe daily and they get to do this at ENP.

Prickly, rough skin & the longest lashes...some blue...


The finale of our trip was a 30-minute rafting trip down the river. I think I screamed from start to finish – it was an amazing end to a memorable day.

Awareness of the global plight of elephants has never been greater. This tour gave me the chance to contribute in a small way to the rescue efforts underway daily at this sanctuary, one of a few doing good work in the region.  Discovering this sanctuary in Thailand gave me hope for the Asian elephant’s rehabilitation in Thailand. So next time you’re there, consider walking with elephants… you’ll thank me afterwards.



Side Bar:
Elephant Nature Park, Pamper a Pachyderm package: THB 6,000: www.elephantnaturepark.org
Accommodation: The Meridien www.lemeridianchiangmai.com
Transport: Air Asia from Bangkok to Chiang Mai
Currency: 1 ZAR = 2,75 THB

Best Chiang Mai city transport: red pic up vans: from 30 THB for a 20 minute ride (beware overpriced Tuk Tuks).

THIS ARTICLE FIRST APPEARED IN THE SUNDAY TIMES SOUTH AFRICA (LIFESTYLE/TRAVEL SECTION) ON 20 DECEMBER 2015


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Sunday, 13 December 2015

Eat, bray, love...a visit to the Eseltjiesrus Donkey Sanctuary..


The donkey, burro, ezel, asno, asino, ane, esel, asna, donkie.….this gentle long-eared creature has been mistreated and misunderstood over the centuries throughout the world. But for those living at the Eseltjierus Donkey Sanctuary near McGregor in the Western Cape (South Africa), the bad days are behind them and Life is good.   











Last weekend I visited Eseltjiesrus and met with the founder Johan van Zijl, a former psychologist who established the haven with his wife, officially opening it to the public in 2007. They have a dedicated team of volunteers working with them and David Kramer is the Patron.

Since the first two donkeys arrived, Vaal and Japie, they’ve taken in many more retired, destitute, elderly and abused donkeys from all over the region and further afield, working together with the SPCA, the police and Cart Horse Association.

Chatting to Johan, I learnt first hand about his journey into establishing the spacious 10 hectare farm, a much needed permanent refuge for the donkeys that also has a little restaurant, a shop with donkey-themed souvenirs, their own brand of wine and a small 2nd hand bookshop. Their annual fundraising book fair in McGregor is a must on the cultural calendar of Robertson and surrounds.

What was wonderful for me was the chance to get up close and personal with the donkeys who come from various parts of the Western Cape, each with a story to tell, usually very sad. Ziggy, Alice, Thabo, Eeyore the oldest, and sweet Amy amongst others. My experience with her was very special- so affectionate, nudging and pressing against me for attention and a rub behind the ears. Give me any opportunity to connect with an animal and I'm so there.

A key focus of the Van Zijl’s is education via workshops in various towns like Mamre, McGregor and Genadendal. School groups, including children from schools for the deaf, blind and autistic, regularly visit the sanctuary. “It’s therapeutic for the children, the donkeys and for everyone else”, says Johan. There’s even a resource pack available for educators and learners to use, produced in conjunction with the Western Cape Education Department. “We encourage children to develop respect for donkeys, as well as for themselves, and their dogs and cats”, he added. “Donkeys are at times seen as objects of ridicule, without any champions, and we want to raise their profile.”

It is said that a donkey teaches you that humility is a strength, not a weakness. They’re actually cleverer than horses…the expression ‘don’t be a smart ass’ has to mean something right?  Just look into a donkey's eyes and you'll see for yourself that it is a special and intelligent animal.

Visit the Donkey Sanctuary and consider doing a virtual adoption to add your support to the project. www.donkeysanctuary.co.za / 027-23-6251593.  

EAT. BRAY. LOVE.








Johan van Zilj, founder of Eseltjiesrus Donkey Sanctuary



Amy...


Getting to know Amy...




A contemplative space...a memorial to donkeys who have passed where you can also lay a stone in memory of a loved one...







Donkey beauty...




Die donkie is 'n wonderlike ding...




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Wednesday, 25 November 2015

McGregor staycation...one of my best escapes...




Staycation, McGregor. Please can I go back, tomorrow.  Lateral Paul and I have just spent a day and a night there and I can’t remember when last we arrived at a destination and morphed into relax mode in .5 seconds. 

McGregor is calm. I’ve 'staycated' at a fair amount of country villages over the last few months and I think McG takes my top spot for R&R in the true sense of the word. Lateral Paul loved it so much he’s thinking of buying property... yes please to that.


The town, established in the 19th century, is in the heart of the Breede River winelands and is just as I imagine it to have been many moons ago. I’m told not much has changed over the past few decades, and therein lies its magic. I adore country towns but it’s quite rare nowadays to find somewhere so utterly peaceful….a place were tensions dissipate on arrival and city stress doesn’t stand a chance. White washed thatched houses, one main street and dusty side roads....my kind of happy place.



Ons Huisie, also called Almond Tree cottage, was where we stayed and we so loved it. It’s perfectly un-posh, rustic and unpretentious, with two bedrooms (sleeps four in total) and all the comforts. Well, not exactly all, as there’s no Wifi which turned out to be the best thing ever, as no digital means an opportunity to connect, read a book and be free from incessant Whats App notifications.


 Inside Ons Huisie... rustic charm, & lovely finishing touches...





First thing we did was flop into deck chairs in the self sustaining garden, a lovely space bordered by striking purple bougainvillea, succulents, climbing roses, cacti and hedges with brightly coloured little birds and a beautiful stray cat I fell in love with...

Milky cat beard... too sweet...








Come evening, we headed off to The Old Post Office, a famous whiskey bar that is reputed to have the second largest whiskey selection in the Cape, after the Bascule at the Cape Grace. We had delightful conversation with the owner, a Salford, UK native, called John Oldham. He also introduced us to a local beer brand called Saggy Stone. Since my trip to Tokyo 2 years ago, where beer was way more affordable than wine, and oh so tasty, I’ve become a froth fan so it was great to sample the local fare. Dinner was at the equally well known Karoux, an intimate restaurant space that seats around 20 pax indoors, run by Aimee and Ryan Josten. Excellent cuisine, a lovely ambience and they allowed us to take our own wine which was fabulous because it was a bottle of Springfield’s Work of Time, a Bordeaux style blend that is a masterpiece!

John from The Old Post Office...


Karoux restaurant, amazing by day or night...


Sunday morning found us having breakfast at Tebaldi’s at Temenos, where Lateral Paul immediately made friends with a local olive farmer. After making swift work of my poached eggs, I left him to chat and ambled off meet a friend at How Bazaar and buy lunch at Dudley’s Larder, the little deli next to Karoux, owned by Aimee and Ryan, that stocks delish cheeses, charcuterie, free range duck eggs and more. Suffice to say our lunch on the stoep at Ons Huisie was a sumptuous feast, with superb chardonnay from Springfield (currently my absolute fave wine brand) and an excellent local red.

The best in locally sourced wine, cheese, asparagus, bread rolls, all from Dudley's Larder...


So if you need an escape, for any amount of days, take a drive along the jaw droppingly beautiful Route 62 and head off to McGregor. Let your only distraction be listening to the birds and watching bees plunge headlong into flowers-I kid you not, I had time to notice that, as the picture below proves. 

Embrace the slowness why don't you. I’ve already booked to go back, so watch this space for Part ll of my McG getaway as I plan to do way more that you’ll find really interesting.

Bee going bottoms up...


Invigorating!


My staycation at Ons Huisie was courtesy of the efficient and welcoming Mira Weiner from McGregor Country Getaways, info@mcgregor-accommodation.co.za / 076 411 9477.


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Photos taken by myself on a Canon DSLR 600D and iPhone 6+

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