Sleeping With the Elephants: an Unforgettable Camping Trip in Thailand
I may be editorializing to say that my partner in crime and I made jokes about the goofy looking, baggy socks that other hikers were wearing; but at the very least, I noticed them without really comprehending their true purpose: Leeches. I don’t know how long they had been squirming and throbbing on my exposed ankles, because honestly, how often do you look at your own feet? I do know that I ripped off approximately twenty or thirty more than I’m comfortable with before returning safely to my tent.
Because it’s Thailand, there was an amazing one woman restaurant/shack just out of sight of our camp tent and we spent the twilight hours eating fried rice and coconut curry soup. The ratio of bites of food to checking the bites on our ankles (to make sure no new bloodsuckers had found us) was probably 1:3. It was at dinner that we learned of a nighttime safari to see the wild animals that roamed through the park after dinner.
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