Chief Elephant trainer. It tales years of practice and a pointy stick to tame these creatures.
Baz saves Viv from being squashed using his incredible strength to keep these two giants of the wild apart.
Two baby elephants playing, I said playing, they're babies after all.
Step on it, we're out of here.
Baz gives me the "Why are you pointing that camera at me?" look while Viv watches the sun go down. Oh yeah, belated Happy New Year to one and all.
The sun goes down on a week of lazing in hammocks, swimming in the sea and gorging ourselves on seafood and beer.
O.A.P.s in the house (there's something wrong when granny is partying harder than you are).
There was a security guard (either the owner or his right hand man pictured here) who prevented all hawkers from disturbing guests whilst we lounged in the communal garden.
Sun loungers and hammocks were available and provided an ideal retreat to hide from the sun during the hottest part of the day. These are my friends Baz and Viv making the most of the guest house facilities.
My religous friends have a sweet pad on Beira Lake but unfortunately they had no space for my friends from England to stay.
We decided to blow town after a couple of nights and head down the coast to hit the beach.
