This is not my story to tell . . . but since it is unlikely I will be able to throw a party and invite CPT to tell her story, I will tell it, after all . . .
CPT is from Malaysia. She went back home couple of months ago for her brother’s wedding. Then, she took her Mom on a kind of safari in Borneo, to a Jungle Resort, where you stay out in this giant treehouse out in the Rain Forest, very nice she assures me . . . they were out in the jungle with a tour guide and a Japanese couple, out on foot from the boat which had carried them up river, when she heard the Japanese couple excitedly vocalizing loudly . . . yelling in fear, you might say . . . so CPT told her mom, “we should go back to the boat”.
Then suddenly the Japanese woman of the couple broke into the clearing in a run, huffing frantically, and right behind her was an elephant, ears flapping aggressively, so CPT turnt and ran too . . . reached the boat first – with the elephant trumpeting angrily behind them – and decided on the spur of the moment to jump into the boat, so as not to delay the Japanese couple . . . she didn’t want them to get trampled while she climbed into the boat . . .
The boat had two levels, her mom was already in the boat, up by the bow, on the lower level, and CPT jumped from the bank down to the upper level of the boat, then planned to jump again to the lower level, leaving time & room for the Japanese couple to climb in . . . the elephant, meanwhile, is trumpeting and tramping around the dock, making sure they didn’t come back – protecting her infant dumbo, if you see how I mean: the Japanese couple had accidentally gotten to close to the dumbo, so the mother charged. . . they all tho’t they were gonna die, that the elephant would kill them . . . and wouldn’t anyone? . . . 8^D . . .
CPT’s mom is yelling at her to be more careful, not so reckless, not so hasty . . . she hadn’t seen anything, didn’t realize the elephantine danger . . . Meanwhile, CPT is hurt. When she jumped to the first level, her flip-flops broke and she lost her footing and fell down onto the lower level, scraping her leg terribly – bleeding . . . no sympathy there . . .
She went to some shaman, healer her mother knew who used ancient oriental medicine (that apparently involves hands, but no actual touching), and he promised her leg would heal next day . . . CPT remains unconvinced . . . the Japanese woman, turns out, was a nurse, and she gave CPT a plaster she feels was more effective . . . but that’s CPT, one foot in Borneo, the other in Prague . . . 8^D . . .
Yeh, but then CPT said, “That elephant was as big as me!” . . . what? Wait a minute, What? Was it a baby? No it was protecting a baby . . . huh?
“it was some kinda of small elephant,” said CPT, “not as big as Indian or African . . . . a pigmy? Elephant”
“Oh, Oh, Oh!” gee, that kinda changes the story some . . . I mean, if you say you are chased by a pygmy elephant, then it just doesn’t convey the same level of OMG, you have to admit . . . 8^D . . . still . . . you still would run for your life, wouldn’t you?
