Tribute to Babar

There are no words which can accurately reflect how it feels to be sitting in a small motorboat, docked up on the banks of the Sabah rainforest, listening to the crunching and crackling of the lush grass while the bushes rustle. It's as if a dinosaur is going to appear any minute and devour you the way we devour pork buns.

And then you see the eyes belonging to the Pigmy Elephant, 2 shiny black beads peeking through the long grass. They glisten with wisdom, as if to say: "I am so much bigger than who you are. I have already seen more things than you will ever see, and have lived a life with a magnitude that you will never fully comprehend."

Even the photos do not do justice. But here is our attempt to try: