Fuddland
Last month I was treated by my nursery school to join them on a daytrip to Wild Animal Park. Having had a pretty bad experience with the zoo back in , I was a little apprehensive, but thought that a modern, wealthy, progressive city such as might be a little more clued-in animal-welfare-wise.
Can you guess what’s coming?
To be fair, the animal enclosures were of a decent quality: good sizes, and the animals [for the most part] looked to be in fairly good condition, which is surprising once you witness the general public’s complete disregard for any and all prominent notices [of which there were many] imploring them to not feed the animals.
It was simply amazing: children and adults alike, gleefully throwing bread to the red pandas and offering cake and biscuits to the ostriches, or trying to pet birds doing the best they could to avoid the out-stretched hands whilst tied to a perch by a six-inch chain.
One mother couldn’t seem to accept the fact that alligators generally don’t do very much apart from sit on rocks for most of the day, especially when the weather is on the chilly side, so she decided to lob a plastic bottle at them so they’d get up and do an elaborate five-minute song-and-dance routine for her precious son. Sadly for her, the bottle just bounced off their tough hide and they barely even raised a scaly eyebrow. [One of the teachers decided that they were not, in fact, real alligators, but statues, although if she could have been bothered to stand still and simply look at them for a few minutes, she would have seem them blink and move everso slightly.]
But all that was left in the dust by the grand finale: a 45-minute long animal show, featuring, amongst other things:
an elephant performing acrobatics with two girls, being encouraged to stand on its hind legs through the use of a metal spike on a stick
three monkeys on chains scurrying up and down poles
a chimpanzee dressed as a shoe-shiner engaging in slapstick routine with his handler [who, for some reason, was dressed as a Frenchman]
a bear riding a bicycle, and later being made to walk upright with cymbals strapped to its front paws, whilst two other bears [also upright] took part in a wedding ceremony, attended by the elephant, monkeys, a llama, and a zebra.
Still, at least: the kids were pretty cute; I got to see white tigers for the first time; and, most importantly, there were many fine examples of Chinglish on display, my favourite of which was in the stay-in-your-vehicle stage, and said,
In case of breakdown, please dial 61180113. In case of no communication equipment, please whistle for a while, our working staff will tow out your troubled car.
In: China / Travelling in China / Daytrips & China / Sightseeing & Photos / Sinophotos
2007 / 12 / 08 – 17:10
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Ade | 2007 / 12 / 08 – 21:34
“Kangaroo Slop”? Sounds a bit like the meal I cooked for myself the other day…
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