Singapore

Typically I’m not a huge fan of zoos, but it is hard not to make an exception in Singapore. Large enclosures purpose built for each type of animal means they have at least a hint of their natural habitat to enjoy.

Breakfast with the orangutans was the highlight of the day, watching them watch the humans as all of us apes sat down for a meal. If these guys had had cameras it would have been hard to tell the difference…

Today dawned cold and gloomy, with a hint of snow in the air and an arctic gale howling off the sea. Yeah, really. Or maybe it was blue sky, sunny and 34, with a humidity discomfort reading off the scale. You choose.

So, if you’d sat me down a week ago and said Davey me old son, before you’re much older you’ll be spending thirteen and a half hours in a row in a zoo, well frankly I wouldn’t have believed you. But waddya know, I did. And on the whole it was fantastic. Took heaps of photos of course but I’ll only put a few on here.

Woke up at the crack of noon … I wish. More like 8 o’clock but still, not bad for me. Bec & I both had stuff to buy – in my case, a new pair of sunglasses to replace the pair that were broken before we got through immigration (*sigh*) and a power adapter to charge the laptop so that you could enjoy the musings of a deranged mind that makes up this blog.

So the couple of days in Melbourne came and went in a flash – spent time messing around with Jake, a very small amount of shopping, pretended to be a paramedic for a night and joined an ambo social club outing (nice little cafe and great food in Yarraville … if only I could remember the name … started with O I think … hmm … Sooz? Dean? Help?). Saturday morning dawned cold, wet and shitty – just how we like it when leaving the country – and under protest my body dragged itself out of bed at 6am to get ready to go to the airport. My brain followed it half an hour later…