On The Back of The Big Trunk

We were riding forwards on a golden hunt. Towards a point in the African bush two hours from Johannesburg. It was the summer of two thousand and fourteen. My son pictured above had just won two grand. Designing a space logo for a ship circling planet earth had been his task at hand. We had to get out of the city of London. Dad was stuck in a weird kind of rut. Burying a dead soul who was never really alive while living poor thing. Just another swing in a mans song. We took off after flipping a coin heads or tails. Heads landed it was Africa, tails was Japan. The coin landed heads up.

Our trip was arranged by 'Speedy Gonzales'. My invented nickname for 'Virgin Atlantic'.They are of high speed efficiency. To the dot in travel departments.On this point, in my writers third eye. I firmly believe one should not use nicknames unless, one can portray the shortened version of the term one used to rise oneself as.No point calling oneself a snail if one is an Olympic sprinter. However if you are dining in France. One can pick and choose. Just an example, of no particular important fact to this story. The point being, that many elephants have nicknames too, as well as spiritual stories.

'In The Moment'.Within African jungle bushes.We found ourselves crossing a narrow bridge.Our huge elephant nick-named 'Hughie', carefully squeezed through the bridge you see us on. On the other side small huts from wooden branches stacked up high under trees. Those of a local tribe who were not unfriendly tribesman. Consequently, we often went to dance with them most evenings. Under the light of the moon around a camp fire.Tribes people I mean. The elephants danced too of-course, usually when we were riding them.

Nightfall fell.The friendly tribe people dressed up in colourful beaded robes. All kinds of items swung from beaded grass skirts. Their bare flesh glittered under the moonlight. Black beauties dancing in the night. The spectators being a small bunch of people were led into a trance like meditation. A huge fire was built up through wooden twigs. Bark pieces burning began to produce crackling sounds.

This setting for evening entertainment was within a safe secluded place away from trees.Being important not to suck in any wandering smoke.A night dance began.We had already waved goodnight to 'Hughie' our elephant.We'd see him again tomorrow for more exploring. Let's dance.

The moment herein was indeed a dance of a lifetime. I had never seen anything quite so hypnotic.Within sounds of beating drums.Instrumental chanting from beautiful crafted pipes hummed through dancing flames.In between this colourful glowing spectacle one recognised curries being baked till smoking hot.In front of one's eyes.Pots placed on other fire-beds made into stoves.A barbecued assortment of many exotic dishes with flying baskets of bread.Your eyes would pop.All singing out mysterious herbs of exotic spices.The scent was incredible.May the dance continue.

Upon seating oneself down onto the jungle floor. Close,but not too close to large fires. Roasting African homemade foods was rocking within the rhythm.In a space one visually absorbed wonderous colours from surrounding nature. The smells erupted with scents one would never forget.Movements from tribal ladies and gentleman began to increase. Drums rolled louder until a full on dancing show had begun.A kind of trance like dance one never sees in western hemispheres. Blowing into African night air.The night was long under this spectacular moment when time stood still.

Back at ranch. Reminiscing on the evening.Dreaming in floating worlds where paradise touched our souls.We'd danced in spiritual trances while eating African foods of many a mood. We'd rode back to ranch on elephants backs. Back to our hut, for there was so much to explore. Crashing onto sacks. Beds made of organically unharmed birds flown to heavens bedroom. White feathered filled sacks that cost the earth in the normal world. Here price tabs were unlisted as beautiful colours glistened. Free for all.

The morning sun rose.Our friend 'Hughie' stood outside our hut. It seemed he was hanging ripe bunches of bananas from his trunk.Tempting us to climb onto his back. Our legs felt like jelly.We'd ridden many hours on our jungle adventure the day before. We had no bites of any kind on our limbs. The kind of tropical weather we'd been inclined to adore from our many adventures of sorts, seemed to have prepared us for bites from mites of any poisonous tongue.Our skin seemed well adapted now.We sprayed ourselves to be safe with tropical sprays.Better to be safe and sound. I carried the insect deterrents in a rucksack on my back. Incredible how many potions with adjoining first-aid kit piled up with all sorts of items filled my sack. Incase one bumps into a big hungry snake.One had to be prepared for every eventuality in the jungle.Fortunately our large elephant ' Hughie' seemed to be quite adept at avoiding jungle hazards. To top that we had a comforting companion by our side. A darkened skin coloured man who rode by our side.We piled on high specification sun cream of seventy sun-factor protection. His beautiful dark skin was already a natural veil from the angels.

Being point blank to the heart of the matter.Darkened skin is quite an obvious protection from strong sunlight's rays.T;s as simple as that.Our colour skin differences,I mean. Imagine you had to work all day in the cotton fields with no money to buy a hat ? Mother earth knows what she is doing.

Take that.We all need to wake up to such a simple fact.

Delila Reddit