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Has anybody seen my crocodile?

May 31, 2013

“Where’s the crocodile?  I thought you said there’d be a crocodile,” said H as he peered sadly into a  pit of earth with a small puddle of water at one end.  I tried to explain that I had, indeed, been led to believe there would be a crocodile, but somehow (and rather worryingly) it seemed to have disappeared.

We were at Islamabad Zoo. I don’t, as a whole, enjoy a zoo experience.  I haven’t been to one since Belfast Zoo where I felt nothing but deep, deep compassion for the tiger.  The poor thing  was looking not a little bedraggled and cold in his pen in the depths of a Northern Irish winter. I felt his pain.  We’d just moved there from Israel and I was still wearing thermals in May.

It was, therefore, with a degree of trepidation and not a lot of enthusiasm that I took the boys on a playdate to the zoo yesterday.  And, I have to say, it wasn’t at all bad.  The majority of the animals were native to Pakistan and were basking in the warmth of a late May morning.  We arrived at breakfast time and it looked most pleasant.  I could be an antelope in Islamabad Zoo without any problems at all.  

The elephant was a different story.  He was tethered with chains.  Apparently his wife has recently died and he did look very sad.  I felt for him. 

And the whereabouts of the crocodile is a complete mystery, although I did notice that a couple of the park keepers seemed to be sporting some pretty natty footwear….

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