“You’re bullshitting me!” I shouted when a fellow-backpacker told me he had gone swimming with humpback whales in Tonga.
When I first started scribbling daydream and stories on this little site, it was for myself. I didn’t realise little curious ears at BFM89.9, the business radio station, were tuning in as well.
I have always had the childhood fantasy of being an animal keeper. To be a feeder of wildlife, a friend of beasts sounded like a dream job… until a party pooper would burst my bubble with horror stories of menial tasks and dirty manual labour. “All you’ll be doing is clean animal poop,” they say. “You won’t actually get a chance to interact with the animals.”
Is working at a wildlife rescue centre all dirt and no play? I was about to find out during my weekend volunteering at the Jogjakarta Wildlife Rescue Centre, a Fuze Ecoteer Responsible Travel programme.
The Singapore Zoo utterly impressed me. It was amazing, it was massive (28 hectares), it was colourful, it was full of surprises at every turn.
What to do when a polar bear is sleeping? Poke the polar bear in the butt until the lazy bastard wakes up. Then get some root beer and fish together.
There are little black dots at my workplace.
They crawl next to me, little black dots the size of a full stop moving their tiny legs feverishly on the wall to my right.
She slams. She smacks her chair hard. She slaps the table with a thunderous clap that would shatter a thousand chandeliers.