Riding an Elephant

Maybe it was because of "Seymour," the pony I rode on the beach with the short legs and choppy gait. But when, after spending too much time at the bridge on the river Kwai because the train was delayed for more than an hour, and then riding on the train for another hour of noisy rumbling, past fields of sugar cane and what the Thai guide called "sweet potato"; after a buffet lunch of "Thai and European delicacies" which consisted of pad Thai, Indian sweet curry with unidentifiable (but delici...