I have a confession to make.
I have an uncanny love for elephants. I LOVE elephants.
There I’ve said it. I feel so relieved and released.
Every time I travel, and especially to Thailand, I must buy an elephant item. If I don’t, I wouldn’t be able to sleep and can’t board the flight until I’ve plough the streets and found a nice elephant article. That might explain why I love all things Thai so much. The Thais know their stuff.
These are a small fraction of some of the elephant memorabilias I’ve gathered over the years.
During my last trip to Bangkok last month, I tried to buy these elephants.
Unfortunately my request was firmly rejected by D-man.
I wonder why. Could be a luggage issue.
I also wonder why everyone has a special animal close to their heart, and the symbolic meaning of that animal to one. As far as remember I loved elephants (besides the 687 other animals) but can’t really put a finger to why I simply do.
I read once that human love animals for their special traits, character and strengths. For instance if you love birds, you might wish you could soar freely into the skies like birds do.
If that’s the case, it might be in my wildest dreams that I could trample freely in the wild, always move in herds, be larger than life and yet kill no animal for food.
At least in one aspect I’m very elephant-ish. I am petrified of rats.