Tag: ZOO

Travellings: Deutschland #13 ZOO

SO. We went to the zoo on Saturday and I spent the best part of the day (okay, the entire time) running around like the over-excited, hyperactive 5 year-old loon on E-numbers that I (not-so) secretly am.

If you had any illusion that I am in any way mature, intelligent or sophisticated, prepare to have said image shattered. Brutally.

If, however, you wish to retain said normal-if-slightly-eccentric image, then please look away now and skip this post.

First stop: PELICANS.

I cannot get over how “bah-humbug” these birds look. In a comical, if not slightly loveable kinda way:

Pelican
One is not amused.

Then we saw the bears, white mountain goats that looked really furry and cuddly (with the exception of the massive horns) and elk.

Then we wandered on a bit further and saw rhinos, sloths, and birds that looked suspiciously like fat white flamingos.

Then we met Dave:

Penguin
You have to watch the quiet ones. You never know quite what they're thinking...

Except Dave was being a tad boring. I didn’t go all that way to watch penguins playing musical statues. Though his mate Fred seemed to have more of an idea of things:

Penguin
*Refuelling in progress*

What we did go all that way for, was to watch this:

By which point I was being laughed at by the people I was with (who eventually got bored of my penguin soundtrack and buggered off) and I received strange looks from other people visiting – probably because I was more excited about the whole penguin thing than most of the children there.

There is also a second video of madness, and it would have continued, had Doriane not pointed out that the others were so bored that they’d moved on to a different section.

Honestly. How can you be bored with penguins?

The best bit? I was talking with a colleague today who told about something even better. In winter, if the weather reaches below -10 degrees Centigrade, the penguins are allowed out of their enclosure and you can go for a walk with them.

Edit: it would seem that I’ve been misinformed. The penguins used to go for walks, but have since moved in with each other and have decided by an overwhelming majority not to leave their enclosure anymore. Disappointed is an understatement.

This is even better than the time I discovered last Christmas (when we had all the snow in England) that Edinburgh Zoo has a PENUIN CAM.

After seeing the penguins, nothing was nearly as exciting, to be honest. We walked around and visited the elephants with their baby, and the giraffes, terrapins, zebra finches, ocelots, tigers…

And then I reached the kangaroo enclosure.

At which point I did the Skippy whistle and the kangaroo which was munching in front of me stopped, looked me in the eye and then started hopping over.

Best. Day. Ever.

However, my weekend gallavanting at the zoo and working 8-6 for the past 2 days has meant that I am now resembling this:

snoozing kitten
Arf.

So please bear with me whilst I recover from my excitement.
Daaaaanke :)

Travellings: Deutschland #12 Quick update

Apologies for the lack of whitterings, but things have been a little crazy and I’ve been a little under the weather.

Middle of last week I met Doriane at the station, who’s currently over looking for somewhere to live in Munich while she’s studying for the winter semester at LMU, and then (after being sent home with low blood pressure) I met Matt at the airport on Friday.

Saturday was spent at the zoo with Herr Ben and my colleague C, who very kindly agreed to come along and was most bemused with my antics at the penguin enclosure. I will write a longer post with video footage (oh yes, there are videos) and photos, otherwise it won’t do justice to the penguin enclosure zoo.

Sunday morning was spent watching Herr Ben playing football and being given a yellow card part way through. Tsk, tsk.

Oh, and I ended up making an absolute howler yesterday on the language front – so bad I can only sit here and laugh about it to myself. I had a phonecall yesterday from one of the heads of department who wanted to speak with my boss and asked for (rather quickly and in a heavy Bavarian accent) what sounded like her “Durchfall”.

He actually said “Durchwahl”, meaning direct number, not her diahorrea, which was a relief.

German language: 2; Becca: 0.