Zero, zero, seven, bang – AH!

On the first night of our trek, our two guides introduced our group to a drinking game of sorts. The game was called Black Magic, and aptly so. If you lost a round, you got a stripe of soot from an old cooking wok smeared across your face. With our crew of crazy Brits, Scots, and Irishmen, one stripe of black quickly turned into smearing black by the handful all over faces, arms, body’s – wherever they could (we’d worked ourselves out of the game at this point.) They all woke up the next morning looking like they’d just stepped out of the coal mine.

PICTURES OF ELEPHANT RIDE & JUNGLE TREK