Friday, 13 July 2007

Bollocks! It's bullock crap!

“Let’s try the bullock cart ride!” my friend suggested. Before I could protest, the bullocks were already ambling towards us, led by a very genial Sri-Lankan man.

Too late. My friend had already summoned the transportation team. "Bullock cart? I’ll die of embarrassment if my friends see me doing this!", YK exclaimed.

Soon we were mounting the rattan stool to get onto the cart. One by one, we sat on the platform, holding on tightly to the wooden railings. Ready, set, go!

The bullocks moved off, pulling the cart along. We shook and rocked uncomfortably as we entered the village. The bells on the bullocks jingled with every slow and awkward movement. If you can endure the sudden jerky movements as the cart splashed over big portholes filled with muddy water, the bumpy journey provided some interesting sights.

Little village kids came running out of their simple homes, grinning with joy to see us. We reached into our bags and pulled out some biscuits for them. Soon, more and more kids appeared, lining the narrow paths, their thin hands outstretched. The houses gave way to patches of padi fields, stretching for miles in bright green hues.

On the cart, Isaac was pulling a long face because the older kids were taunting him. Nothing could cheer him up. The bullocks suddenly stopped in the middle of the track. They refused to move despite the man’s prodding. All of a sudden, a big fat plop of shit fell to the ground. SPLAT! My goodness! What a big pile.

Isaac was the first to witness it. He immediately cheered up and shouted "Everybody look! It’s shitting!” And then all was well again. He showed his toothy grin. He felt like a champion! Neh neh neh poo poo!
All set to go.
He jumped off the cart, went to the tree and came back with some fresh assam fruit pods for us.
We went past the Amaya Lake.
Green padi fields and banana shrubs in the background.
Kids in the Sri Lankan village.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nothing amuses a kid like a good poop!

Random Magus said...

It sounds like so much fun!

The Real Mother Hen said...

So would you consider that the ride of your life? :)

HollyGL said...

How beautiful it is there! ...and how simple it is to amuse YK! :)

Blur Ting said...

On hindsight, it was really quite fun. It wasn't YK, it was my friend's young son Isaac who was so excited to see the bullock crapping :-)

David said...

I don't get it, what's embarrassing about riding the Bullock Cart? I rode a water buffalo in the Philippines one time and it did the same thing, crapped all over the place! I think we even had pictures of it at some point.

Blur Ting said...

ha ha, i realise adults and little kids are so thrilled while it's the teenagers who will roll their eyes. Try asking your kids to sit 10 years from now :-)

JYankee said...

Oh watching cows crap...."my what big ones u have..."!

Epimenides said...

Great fun! I tend to react to big animals taking a crap the same way Isaac did! Says a lot about me I guess!!! :)
Beautiful pictures as usual ting!

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