I worked at the National Zoo in Washington DC this summer, and three years ago I picked up kangaroo poop at Australia Zoo near Brisbane. I realized that I have prowled around more zoos as an adult than I care to admit, so here is my zoo guide to the best five zoological parks you should visit before you die. Zoo Lovers unite.
At the end of last term, I was stuck in Newark Airport for ten hours with only an NBC store and an Earl of Sandwich for company. I blew through two ham and cheeses in the sandwich shop pretty quickly, and moved onto the news store. Because all my books were in my checked baggage, I did a very public happy dance when I realized the place had a book section. Even better, ‘ A Moveable Feast’ by Ernest Hemingway was on mark down.
Last Saturday, a gaggle of friends and I were on our way back from Edinburgh with a trainload of drunk rugby fiends. The inebriated despair made itself known in drunken moans and heads hung sadly over Echo Falls Rosé. The North American Scum that we are (double points if you get that reference), none of us really cared about the rugby as much as we did for escaping the bubble for a few precious hours to go shopping and lollygag with a bunch of strangers instead of the two hundred people that knew every sliver of our lives. Exhausted by all the city excitement, I face planted on the little dining table in our train cubby. I woke in Lochgelly to the screeches of a strangely discordant London accent.