We’ve all edged forward in our seats. A large Asian elephant is eyeballing us through the glassless window of the jeep. “Can I feed him?” begs my son, Luka. “Can I touch him?” chips in my daughter, Rae. I can understand why they’re asking; it would be so easy to reach out and place a hand on a leathery flank, but I’m conscious this is a wild animal. “Remember the rules — don’t feed or touch the animals,” Chandika, our guide, calmly tells the children.