Passing small farms and settlements, we enter the park, driving through dusty jungle terrain...
Until we break into the open and I gasp. There! Up on the hill...My heart stops. "Elephants," I whisper tentatively, not believing it.
And another.
A family!
We continue through rolling hills on the shores of a large lake. They are everywhere now. Great herds and small groups, all peaceful and protected.
Even solitary fellows avoiding the crowd.
We continue driving, doing a rough count of each of the groupings.
By mid-afternoon, I estimate we've seen three hundred elephants. Probably more.
Here is the rear of the small family compound.
Our host, Indika, encourages me to try a foot massage--courtesy of the nibbling fish. (If you're ticklish, you might want to forgo this pleasure.)
And cook.
I wish I could share the wonders of the multi-course meals that came out of her kitchen!
Next stop: In Search of the Past: Part 6: The Ancient City of Polonnaruwa