The Elephant Cloud


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Author Jay Wright

Jay Wright
A simple boy with simple needs, happy with his view of the world.

I Don’t Know

January 30th, 2013 by Jay Wright · 6 Comments · Asia, India

I don’t know Hindi, or Marathi, but I learned a little, then took a bus somewhere they don’t speak it. I didn’t realize the bus wouldn’t go all the way to the station and wonder if the driver knew that before we left Mumbai or decided that later, en route. The man behind me was […]

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Writers Paradise

January 22nd, 2013 by Jay Wright · 3 Comments · Asia, Thailand

Darlene lowered herself over the side of the boat into the surf and I passed down her bags and leapt in beside her. It had been thirty six hours of travel, thru South Korea, a night in the Bangkok airport, catching the first flight south to Krabi and finally this long tail, outboard motor. The […]

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Ganesh, Our Guide

January 22nd, 2013 by Jay Wright · 3 Comments · Egypt, Ethiopia, India, Syria

The Elephant Cloud wakes from a long slumber. When our story left off, we were separated in the remotes of Ethiopia. Me on the side of the road with an empty tank of gas, Darlene in a hospital with no running water. Being separated from your partner in remote parts of the world is one […]

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The Road to Mota

February 5th, 2011 by Jay Wright · 4 Comments · Africa, Ethiopia

The tire was flat when the car arrived. When I came out to greet him, Mulu was already under the car and surrounded by the neighborhood children, who were better behaved than I’d ever seen them. There is an adage in Africa that with film and video, it’s best not to linger too long. The […]

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Market Day

January 29th, 2011 by Jay Wright · 3 Comments · Africa, Ethiopia

It is market day and the streets are full of donkey carts and barefoot pilgrims wrapped in their white gabi’s, driving their wares to the square. We buy potatoes, cabbage, beets, kale, onions, garlic, eggs and a chicken. Darlene named her Doro Wat, which is the national dish of Ethiopia, a spicy chicken stew. Philippa […]

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