<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>Jaclyn offers me the front seat, not waiting, she hops into the back.  Jekesai tries to hide a look of . . . what? . . . something.<strong>“I’m not sure about leg room issues Jaclyn, but I’ll take the front to begin.”</strong>As we’re about to begin, I turn to the back and ask,<strong>“I’ve always had this image of traveling on elephants in Africa.  It seemed quite exotic.  Please tell me that it is still acceptable, not an identified issue of some social concern.”</strong>I turn back, facing forward—riding shotgun requires vigilance, watching or hazards, and what might those be I wonder.