It is almost erotic, this dance of boy and jeep, man and machine. The reach and wrap of these lithe bodies and lean limbs as they clean every inch of this vehicle, the focus and almost tenderness with which they wash, scrub, polish, rinse… From here it seems such an intimate communion; a lover’s touch and such a hungry attention, as the boys watch every move Dinesh makes and hang on his every word. He is a good and patient teacher, passing on his obsessively meticulous jeep stewardship to this, the next generation of safari drivers. This is, after all, how it begins, the apprenticeship to The Dream.
The boys have been with us like shadows, almost 24/7, since we arrived. They come first thing in the morning and just sit in the jeep, hands tentative and yearning on the wheel. It can be another hour before Dinesh has risen and had his tea, but no matter, the boys have an infinite capacity for waiting, if it means mere proximity to the jeep and promises even more. Dineth, the younger of the two, is so earnest it hurts to behold - he is quiet, gentle, and his smile will most certainly break a thousand hearts in time. They also helped make the Palace, and Dineth, the older boy, has been conscripted to help collect fish heads and other nasty bits from the fishmonger to make Tissa’s dinners while we are gone!
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