Showing posts with label elephants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label elephants. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Kodanad Elephant Training Camp, Kerala, India

I had wanted to ride an elephant. I’d not on my own come to the idea of climbing on top of a moving skyscraper and bashing about the juggle holding on for dear life.  War elephants had scared the bejessus out of Alexander the great and his warriors.
It was just at Ankor Was in Cambodia an elephant was taking people for rides. it was suggested, as locals and businessmen suggest impetuously, that I’d like to ride the elephant.  I said yes and got behind a young girl before me whose parents thought she’d like a ride on an elephant. She looked more dubious.  She had a marvellous time taking a turn on the beast and riding eventually back to the clearing where I waited.  I heard her wax poetically about her novel experience.
I think the elephant took one look at me, overweight and foreign, and told the trainer he was on strike.  The trainer with broken English conveyed the elephant was tired and it was too hot to carry me. I’m sure a lot is lost in translation  What the elephant said was,  ‘elephant can’t carry fatso’ .  The trainer being Thai and buddhist translated for the elephant,  ‘the elephant is too tired.’  The seed though was planted in my mind.

Here in Kochi in Southern India at the fabulous Crown Plaza, I asked the marvellous concierge if I could ride an elephant.
“Yes, sir, in Munnad.  150 km from here."
“No locally, somewhere close.” I counted.
“Kodanad Elephant Training Camp is 45 minutes away by the airport.  You can’t ride an elephant but you can feed them and wash them if you go before 10 am."
“I’d just like a selfie of me sitting an elephant. “ I said, admitting vanity. Girls look good taking selfies in toilets but for some reasons  fat old guys  feel the need of an elephant or ferrari to accessorize.
“ They don’t let people ride the elephants at Kodanad any more. There were security concerns at Kodanad last year.”  Again I presume something is lost in translation. I expect if he wasn’t polite he’d  fill in the details.  Something like, a fat old guy who was a western lawyer rode an elephant in Kadanad  His weight or attitude pissed off the elephant. The elephant then stampeded through the jungle to rid himself of the lawyer.  He then came back and stomped all over the lawyer, his family and a dozen innocent bystander locals before he was brought under control.  Hence the expression ‘security concerns’.
‘There’s a temple elephant, very old, very serene, very tame. The Kodanad elephants are still in training. Some very wild, they’re rescue and still learning to be with people. A temple elephant would let you climb up on her and have a picture.  The priests wouldn’t let you walk about, but just sit  for photo..”  Hearing him say it that way I kind of felt like a kid wanting to be in the lap of India’s equivalent of Santa Klaus.  The concierge phoned the temple
“There’s  a festival this week. All of the elephants at the temple are being leant out to other temples today for the festival.  They will come back this evening. You could go to the temple this evening when the elephants return."
“What time."
“9 pm'
‘That’s past my bed time” I said, “ Can I  go to Kadonad now."
“I’ll get you a car sir.” he said, happy for me.
That’s how I was again in an air conditioned  car watching countless motorcyclists and  other vehicles dart about while I video of roadside passings..
 I’d read up on the Trip Advisor reviews.  I saw comments saying don’t go because the elephants are slaves.
“The elephants are slaves"
‘They’re chained."
I had some misgivings as a consequence  but as often as not the reviews are a mix, wildly off or sometimes right on.  The positive ones tend to be more often accurate than the negative ones overall.  Negative people are more likely to broadcast their negativity whereas positive people often don’t even comment.
The Kodanad Elephant Training Camp was well kept and well organized.  I was impressed overall by the staff and camp and lay out.  It was all very professionally maintained.  Here in a wilderness jungle area at the end of a really bad road there were office buildings and paths with signs in English giving directions and information.  My driver came along with me as obviously interested in seeing elephants as I. Indians in general love their elephants.
I paid an extra $150 rupees to take my cameras. It was 100 rupee for camera and 250 for video   Somehow despite having my Iphone 11, my Nikon Coolpix 1000 and my GoPro 7 Black I was only charged $150.  Indian logic or math. I often can’t tell. It sometimes serves me and sometimes serves them.
I loved the quiet.  Bird songs and butterflies. The elephants were eating in the woods along side the road. Each was well fed and appeared rather contented. They had a chain attached to the leg to a tree. I thought of my very pampered cockapoo, Gilbert, and how I leash him everywhere I go. Without the leash he’d wander off and it wouldn’t be safe for him.  Unless there’s a female dog in heat he’s content to wait with the extra reassurance of the leash for me.  There are so many dangers for an animal in a modern world.  Cars especially are bad. People also complain and dogs are stolen or shot. I imagine the problem for elephants is much worse.  There’s not the wilderness we have in Canada where we can take bears that are bothering children in the city and relocate them. That’s a horrendously expensive process and I don’t think India has the resources for relocation of elephants but instead have these training camps. Elephants have been domesticated like our horses for thousands of years.
The Kodanad Elephant Training Camp takes rescue elephants and wild elephants and trains them much as we do with horses. I remembered as a child of 5 being put up on my grandad’s Clydesdale Horses. They had been trained  to pull the logging wagons. The height of those great horses would have been the same in comparison for me with an adult elephant today.   Elephants that are trained to be safe around people commonly are employed in street religious festivals where they go for a walk about in the crowds, something I suspect elephants rather enjoy.
I was impressed the elephants were healthy and well attended.  They were well fed and in no distress. I felt at peace with them.  I believe they’re telepathic like dolphins and highly empathic.  I’m definitely the latter and have been blessed with that sensitivity in my work.  In my personal life it’s a different matter. I’m more often seeking solace of aloneness to counter the sheer rawness of the daily encounters in work with disappointment, anger, fear,  pain and insanity.  Anxiety can be like nails on glass.   We are taught that personality disorders get under everyone else’s skin the way neurotics get under their own.
I learned long ago to join and share a nervous system as it was explained to me in training.  The psychotherapists empathic joining so different from sympathetic detachment. Prescribing medications or doing things like surgery to a person is different.  But always personal  touch is so much more revealing.
I closed my eyes and listened to the elephant and immediately she turned to me and acknowledged my presence. Then she  returned to eating.  Of course this synchronistic moment to me could be called  coincidence to another.  I prefer the sacredness of the contact rather than the sterility of the other.   In that moment I felt the elephant was satisfied.
To be romantically happy she’d need to be many years younger, with her family in the mountains untouched by man, safe from predators. I sometimes think I was born in the wrong century. I don’t want the wild tribesman superstitious existence but sometimes romanticize  the wild west of a hundred or two hundred years ago when a horse, a burro, a dog, a bed roll and a rifle were all that were needed.   The elephant seemed as  content  in her own way as I’m content in mine.  We’ve each got a pretty good existence waiting for the Messiah to come or just passing through lives.
I did love seeing the happy Indian trainer ride by on the proud elephant. The two were having a good time. Friends. The elephant was doing something which excited her. I think tame lives in general can be somewhat boring so that changes are better appreciated.  My favourite moment was watching the elephant lift it’s leg,  like my dog Gilbert does.  Gilbert anticipates I want to shake his paw. The elephant lifted his leg to assist his trainer to get down. A touching moment.
I love elephants.  In my perfect world now I’ve a dog and cat companion, a horse, a burro , a cow, a dolphin, some geese and an elephant.  We journey together.  My entourage.  It’s not particularly practical but in some reality it’s possible.  Since Laura loves animals, she can come a long too but she’d need to ride the dolphin perhaps who’d swim in air as other dolphins swim in the sea.  
After watching the elephants for a while we walked over to the deer park where there were so many beautiful deer hanging out like they did on the castle grounds in England. Deer parks are common there.  Here there was a smaller spotted type of deer similar to our Canadian white tail and a larger robust deer similar to our Canadian mule deer.  They all appeared well fed and happy as deer can be happy.  Deer are mostly afraid in the wilds, constantly on guard, always fearful of hunters and predators.  Here they were just socializing, which deer love to do.  A kind of deer tea party. I doubt they’d have anything negative to say about Kodanad.
Kodanad is a lovely place.   I was so glad to see the elephants.  I didn’t even want a selfie on top of an elephant after visiting these majestic creatures   I certainly wouldn’t want to offend one. I figure I’d better lose 20 to 50 lbs before I look for an elephant ride, just to be courteous.
There’s actual elephant safari’s  for days here in Kerala.  Munnar advertises them,  for instance. My friend John took his sons on a horseback round up ride in the west camping out for nights after days of riding. I imagine an elephant safari would be such  an adventure. John’s kids still talk of their round up ride and they’re married adults today.
I loved the walking  along the river path where the elephants come to be bathed.  It was so scenic and peaceful.
Kodanad Elephant Training Camp was a great experience. I suspect the negative comments were from urbanites who have no real knowledge of anything outside of the sterile elite world of parking lots and sky scrapers.  I’m so thankful my grandparents had a ranch and logging company. Spending time as a child and youth there with my rural nephews helped so much with laying a more grounded foundation for me.  It certainly helped me well in medicine which is far more hands on than the aloof sterility of  the worst of intellectualism and  academia.  Elephant rescue, elephant training camps and elephant orphanages are best depicted by the movingly beautiful movie we saw with Rob Lowe and Kristin Davis, Holiday in the Wild. It just came out this year on Netflix.
I wanted to bring an elephant home with me. But the driver, the hotel and the airlines might object.
I loved learning at the National Museum of India that the animal headed gods of the Indian Pantheon reflect the desire for enlightenment. The elephant headed Ganesh, so much loved in India, represents a person who has the quiet peaceful mind of an elephant with a human body. The elephant has a heart rate of 30 beats per minute.  That’s calmer than marathon runners.   Certainly a lot slower than panic attacks.




















Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Climate Change Hysteria and a New Year

I fear the dawning of a New Year will be a severe disappointment to the United Nations Climate Change Committee.  I fear I am alone as I listen to their incessant cry:
“Do as I say or die!"
“Give me money or the world will end!”
Meanwhile everyone is being reasonable. But nothing is ‘enough’.  Nothing less than perfection is ‘good enough’.
I’ve heard this message, this critical, whining, complaining, message all my life.  The ‘position’ has been different but always it’s the ‘new religion’.  This Cult of Death cries over and over again.
“Do as I say or die!”   “Listen!, Listen!”. "Listen to me alone!"
Today they claim ‘science’ but science is debate. This isn't science.  It's histeria.  It's fanaticism.  It's politics. It's hustling.
 I am a scientist, The science they slogan is pseudoscience. It's not real science.  The money they want is real money.   It’s always about money.  Give me money and I’ll save the world.  Give me your money.  Do as I say.  You can’t trust anyone but me.  I’ve heard this all my life.
I’m getting old now. It's getting old.
Yet another New Year has come.  Love has won, again.  I’m thankful.  I’m really thankful for all the real scientists, all the real problem solvers,  solution based folks building and making and winning despite the complainers and whiners.
The United Nations is an industry of third world dictators.  The Security Council is the headquarters central for the arms trade.  I’m not being cynical. I simply know casinos don’t want to stop gambling just limit the gambling to those who don’t lose control and sell their children. I know the bars don’t want to stop selling booze just not sell it to those who have already had one liver transplant. The tobacco industry was fine with selling cigarettes as long as you had both lungs.  Really after you’ve lost one lung to cancer you really should move along.  The images of the victims of these industries are bad for their business. The same is true for the UN. It’s industry is war.  The ‘security council’ doesn’t want to stop war. It's in the business of selling weapons and ammunition.  It just doesn’t want the war to get out of control. It’s same old game.  It's the Great Game.
Now the climate change hysterics are on about saving the world with their latest set of regulations. They want another set of United Nations climate change police.  We've got police for the police and committees upon committees.  It’s all hysteria.
“Trust me! Trust me! Trust me!”  "Give me your money!"  "Give me your life!"
Why?
You’re wrong.  Your predictions have all been false.  The world hasn’t ended.  The sky isn’t falling.  The war to end all wars didn’t end all wars.    Just get on with it. You do your thing. I’ll do mine. But stop your incessant childish bullying.  Stop your name calling and your false advertisements and your claim to represent ‘science’.
You’re the United Nations and you're not even United.   The number of mistakes you’ve made , the terrorists you’ve backed, the dictators you’ve supported and the money you’ve wasted is irreverent.
Now you claim that by having another meeting, another committee in your unending rounds of government committees with your resolutions , your exorbitant salaries, and your dictates, that you will save us all from ourselves. You talk. You talk.  You talk and you talk and you talk. And you talk to each other.  And you agree to agree and you want us to pay for your party.  While the rest of us are digging holes and planting trees.  We’re building while you tear down.
You criticize the whole history of human kind. You condemn all that has brought us thus far. You deny life on this planet. You deny the very life that has blossomed and risen.  You are insane.
It’s a New Year.
Despite your incessant hysteria. Despite your promise of death, we have lived.  I'm here to tell you we are in a "Life Change" equation  but today We are alive.
I know you will rain on this parade. You rain on any parade.  You're soul suckers. Meanwhile, I’m going to laugh and sing and celebrate another New Year.  BecauseI believe.  I believethe future is safe even from your soul sucking.  I believe and I have faith. I believe in the present and I believe in the future and I believe in the past.  I believe good men and good women will prevail. I believe we will survive.  We will survive and we will thrive.   I am in love with life. I am just damned tired of your constant whining, complaining,  criticizing and negativity.
It’s a New Year.
We’ve survived despite your claims otherwise.
It’s a New Year and the planet is still here.
Wake up.  Arise.  Celebrate.
Get over yourself. Get out of yourself.  Hear the fear that is you.  Change yourself.  The planet is fine.  We’re fine.  There’s lots to do.  There’s all manner of work to be done.  We don’t need another committee. We don’t need any more ‘threats’.  Stop selling your mealy mouth wares, hawking your worn out slogans with that same old hysteria.  Become the solution.  Be the solution.  Show me, don’t tell me.
It’s a New Year.
I’m frankly thankful. With your mass hysteria,collective stupidity. brain washing the young, and the corruption of the media,  I admit I’ve had my worries.  I know climate. I know science.  But the truth be told nothing is more dangerous than my fellow man except maybe my fellow woman.  And the folk who make up the United Nations are the power brokers of the greatest killers of all times.  You don't get to sit in the United Nations unless you've pleased the man whose selling the big guns in your nation.  Sure they'll outlaw guns for common folk but all the leaders in the United Nation they have guns.  They have the biggest guns of all times.  They can change the climate or the planet anytime they want.  They can kill us dozens of times over but they don't want to.  That would be bad for business.  And they're in the business of war.  That's why it's called the Security Council.  And they don't want things to get out of control.  Not out of their control, anyway. The leadership of this world is based on survival.  They may not be the fittest by any sense of the word but they are survivors.  And they want to survive and they want their kids to survive.   While no one wants to talk about that elephant in the room, that elephant is saying ‘trust me to fix the climate’ . Frankly I don’t trust them to fix squat!  They’re wanting to meddle for profit and nothing else.  Their science is pseudoscience.  And they lie.  Some say that the biggest brain was made for the biggest lie.
But it’s a New Year.
And I’m glad for it.
It’s a New Year. I’m going to dance and sing.  I’m going to tell everyone to dance and sing and celebrate whether it rains or it shines.
Ding dong the witches dead!  Beware of her negativity and incessant complaining and whining and threatening and bullying and demanding.  Just because it kills her doesn't mean it has to kill you.  Mostly beware of anyone saying they're doing it for someone else good  but not their own.  Beware of give me money to help a snail. Or I'm going to kill him for his sake.  I”m saving the planet for the children and the grand children.  Hell, that’s prophecy and religion.  Predictions and projections are just fancy words for “I can see the future”. Give me your money.
Well I can see the future.
t’s a New Year.
Despite all their doom and Death Cult chants we’re alive.
We survived.  Dance, sing, celebrate!
I thank God for that!

Monday, November 25, 2013

Bayon Temple, Angkor, Cambodia

The Bayon Temple is distinct for "it's 54 Gothic style towers decorated by 216 coldly smiling enormous faces of Avalokiteshvara that bear more than a passing resemblance to the great king himself "   Jayavarnam VII (1181-1219) had driven the Chams out of Cambodia and reclaimed Angkor after they sacked it in 1177.  Prior to Jayavarnam VII ,the fount of royal divinity reposed in the Hindu deity Shiva (and, occasionally, Vishnu).  Jayavarnum VII adopted Mahayan Buddhism and looked to Avalokiteshvara, The Bodhisattva of Compassion for patronage during his reign. (Lonely Planet - Cambodia)

When I arrived elephants were taking tourists for rides. I wanted to ride on an elephant but unfortunately they take a break in the heat of mid day.  I arrived just as they were taking their break.  I've not ridden an elephant but will one day.  The rocks for these temples were moved using the elephants or the nearby river which brought the great stones from the mountain area.

I wandered through this temple impressed by the Bodhisattva faces.  Trekking temples is hot going but worth it. I loved this temple especially the bas relief's of the elephants in war, driving the Clams out.
There's also a group of heads along the causeway before you enter the outer gate.  It's all truly spectacular.
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