It was my favorite place

I slept little and got up early. The day was deceptively clear (it was not; it was drizzling at intervals and extremely humid but I realized it too late), so I took a spontaneous trip down to the zoo. I was the only one there with neither a backpack with food and water, nor a camera and camcorder. Exploring without a single luggage was the best way to go (until I needed water/ food/ wished I had a camera to snap some beautiful moments lol).

The zoo wasn't what I remembered it to be. It was like seeing an old friend after a decade and discovering that he'd aged two. It was a little unexpected (esp. since it was supposed to be one of the best zoos around ! ) and I was sad to see that. There were animals at certain parts of the zoo that seemed like they were left to fend on their own. They looked sorry and dirty and there was a huge bull that looked like it could be one of the most magnificent creatures around but was now just skin and bones.

Of course, there were all those other happy animals that were eating/ playing/ sleeping contentedly in their open concept habitats. I still loved the elephants, white tigers and polar bears. It would have been nice to take the tram but I missed the last one and wasted my tram ticket. Dad used to take many pictures of me sitting pretty on it when I was little.

The zoo wasn't all that bad. Even though I couldn't stop thinking of the poor neglected ones looking so resigned and wasting away in their stale enclosures (I was sure they weren't neglected per sec, even though they appeared to be so). I wished it wasn't the case, but I left the zoo feeling worse than when I first arrived.