They call it riding the elephrain

So much was clear: we could not leave Thailand without having ridden on an elephant. Lucky for us there is an elephant village in Hua Hin where you can feed and ride elephants, so we did not hesitate to go there. The village is right behind a Buddhist temple, and on the edge of the jungle. I would love to tell the whole long story about how they gave us the little info presentation of what would be included (complementary fruit) and how we got on the elephant, and about our conductor and the floating elephant poop, and the giant elephant penis (see if you can spot it), but I have no time to blog at the moment and this whole Thailand thing is taking much too long.


So instead I'll tell you about the awesomeness that is the World Cup and Germany facing Argentina in the quarterfinals. It will be a tough one, but I think we can do it. Argentina wasn't all that convincing against Mexico and their "group of death" turned out to be more of a "group of fuzzy bunny wabbits". Or something.


The reason we got to see the one elephant's weewee is that he took a leak. Leak being synonymous with powerful, firehose-like stream of urine in this case. You have to see it to believe it. It was good we were sitting up so high. Oh, have you heard about the US president telling the press to stop reporting about how they spy on people? Politics is beyond funny. Like animal rights groups griping about a dead bear that would have otherwise been put in a zoo and had serious psychological issues. At least that's what my sister said.

Coincidentally, I also came across this link at factcheck.org, which I have found to be quite an interesting and objective site and which fits well with this picture of the jungle. I'm telling you people, if I wouldn't know better, I'd say this is a parody for sure. They call it lead poisoning, we call it heavy metal! As in rock 'n' roll.

They call it huge elephant turd balls in water, we call it delicious chunky adventure soup. Here's a challenge: Watch those CEI clips and come up with your own "They call it ..., we call it..." and post it here to win nothing.

And lastly, I got a postcard today. Christina sent it from Malta and it's awesome. It has a pickup truck on it, with a donkey standing on (or is it in?) the bed. That's already pretty neat, but the postcard has a stamp with Pelé on it, for the World Cup. I don't know what he has to do with Malta, but it's still fantamazing. Okay, Spain's playing France here in a minute. Gotta go. Notice where the elephant is wet. That's how deep the water was we went through.