I’ve been looking at things to do in Prague after seeing the main sites. After the hundredth museum I’m bored out of my mind. I don’t really want to go to a castle I’ve never heard of either, nor do I particularly want to negotiate my way through the tourist throng. The Zoo is the next best thing to do in Prague once you’ve wandered the city streets. Katty’s eyes little up. Cute things behind bars. What a wonderful way to spend an afternoon.
I kind of sit on the fence when it comes to Zoos. I’m not a big fan of caging animals, regardless of how big their ‘living space’ is. It’s all very good having a massive area for the Giraffe’s to wander about, but putting a Sea Hawk behind wire mesh is just wrong. However I also recognise the vital work they do in caring for the animals, preserving endangered species and protecting them from predators. That’s still the call of the wild though. I wouldn’t like it. It’s a touchy subject.
Nonetheless here we are enjoying silly looking creatures, massive snakes, sleepy tigers and the like. My ‘friend’ Paddy has recently posted a picture of a hideous Llama on facebook, questioning how I could be in Prague and South America at the same time. My revenge must be sweet and brutal. I’ve been biding my time in search of the perfect response, and as such, hunting down the most disgusting thing I can photograph and exact devastating vengeance. Either that or something with no hair. A bald disgusting thing. Unfortunately the Hippo’s aren’t playing ball, and hiding under the water. Various insects don’t fit the bill either. The Bald Eagle isn’t actually bald. Katty has brilliantly suggested that she doodles a caricature of Paddy on my butt. I’d seriously consider it but it would be a nightmare to get off. My satisfaction will have to wait, best served ice, ice cold.
Katty departs tomorrow, once again leaving me alone, so we decide to dine at a posh restaurant and eat like King and Queen. Prague fails to live up to it’s romantic city mantle once again, as an army of drunken pub crawlers march through the streets. They’re like football hooligans, a massive horde leaving destruction and devastation in their wake. I won’t be doing that anytime soon. Except tomorrow night.
Zoo
I’ve been looking at things to do in Prague after seeing the main sites. After the hundredth museum I’m bored out of my mind. I don’t really want to go to a castle I’ve never heard of either, nor do I particularly want to negotiate my way through the tourist throng. The Zoo is the next best thing to do in Prague once you’ve wandered the city streets. Katty’s eyes little up. Cute things behind bars. What a wonderful way to spend an afternoon.
I kind of sit on the fence when it comes to Zoos. I’m not a big fan of caging animals, regardless of how big their ‘living space’ is. It’s all very good having a massive area for the Giraffe’s to wander about, but putting a Sea Hawk behind wire mesh is just wrong. However I also recognise the vital work they do in caring for the animals, preserving endangered species and protecting them from predators. That’s still the call of the wild though. I wouldn’t like it. It’s a touchy subject.
Nonetheless here we are enjoying silly looking creatures, massive snakes, sleepy tigers and the like. My ‘friend’ Paddy has recently posted a picture of a hideous Llama on facebook, questioning how I could be in Prague and South America at the same time. My revenge must be sweet and brutal. I’ve been biding my time in search of the perfect response, and as such, hunting down the most disgusting thing I can photograph and exact devastating vengeance. Either that or something with no hair. A bald disgusting thing. Unfortunately the Hippo’s aren’t playing ball, and hiding under the water. Various insects don’t fit the bill either. The Bald Eagle isn’t actually bald. Katty has brilliantly suggested that she doodles a caricature of Paddy on my butt. I’d seriously consider it but it would be a nightmare to get off. My satisfaction will have to wait, best served ice, ice cold.
Katty departs tomorrow, once again leaving me alone, so we decide to dine at a posh restaurant and eat like King and Queen. Prague fails to live up to it’s romantic city mantle once again, as an army of drunken pub crawlers march through the streets. They’re like football hooligans, a massive horde leaving destruction and devastation in their wake. I won’t be doing that anytime soon. Except tomorrow night.