In fact there were a hundred or so around at the “elephant orphanage“ , all of which he decided to name “Jack”.
Three Jacks came to say hello in particular, and J fed them giant “olives” that were growing around the café in which we were sitting.
All a little nerve wracking - those trunks are strong, and we moved away when a mother an her one month old baby came closer.

Then to our distinctly “old school” hotel, complete with wood paneled billiards room. And we had to teach J how to use a 1970s phone.

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