For reasons that need not trouble you, I was foraging amongst some old photos today, and was reminded of the trip we took to the Golden Triangle nearly a year ago. Apart from a some touristy stuff, the main reason was to photograph elephant polo, a game as silly as it sounds. The objective of the competition appeared to be to drink as much as possible and then charge around a field on an elephant. There was a score, but it appeared to be immaterial.
And a candidate for “worst job in the world”; running round the field and scooping up all the elephant shit. Even Billy’s job ain’t that bad.
