|One of the hogs gave birth during the night|
|Tanya, Kim, Andrew, Iggi, Katie and James walking to join the herd|
|Mother with child|
|A rare moment of peace between Naughty Boy and his sister|
|Naughty Boy thinking about charging Iggi again|
|Naughty Buy decides to bother our guide Pada|
|What, you have no bananas?|
Video of auntie waiting to follow the twins, keeping them between her and their mother
|The twins were always kept between their mom and auntie|
We approached a herd of water buffalo lying in a big mud pot. While the elephant grazed, we waded into the warm mud and laid with the buffalo. Rachel was lying close to one buffalo and asked if we too could feel the buffalo peeing under the mud. It seemed like a normal observation. Our guide, Pada, took many pictures of the the crazy foreigners in mud with buffalo.
|Rachel with buffalo|
|Buffalo, Tanya, Katie and Rachel|
We washed off the mud in the creek and continued with the herd through the valley. While the herd grazed, we sat with our feet in the creek, took in the scene and ate delicious Thai noodles and vegetables wrapped in banana leaves. We ate with bamboo chop sticks made earlier that day by the Mahout.
|Lunch was made in the morning and carried in banana leaves|
|Picture taken for Mary, who was sick and could not join us this day|
|Sam's picture - catching up with the herd in the rice paddies|
We wished this was the end of our hike, but the last mile was the hike up the hill to the village. As we climbed, the heat was intense, but everyone maintained a good stride. Kim’s 11 year old son, James, was one of the first to crest the hill. There was a machismo within the sub-culture that was our group of volunteers. Throughout the week there were moments of discomfort, cultural disorientation, giant spiders, heat, dirt, birth and death, but I never heard a complaint.
|The air in the jungle by the falls was 20 degrees cooler|
|Too bad we didn't get along|