Singapore Zoo is one of the best zoos I have ever visited. The most exciting thing for me, was finally getting to see Komodo dragons.
I had met a guy in Perth, Australia who had told us about his visit to Komodo Island. He had graphically described how he had bought a goat, which was then incapacitated and left for the Komodo dragons to devour, while he and his fellow tourists had fled to the safety of a cage, to obseve the Komodo Dragons enjoy their feast.
This was not my idea of fun, so it was great to see the Komodo Dragon in Singapore Zoo, where there was no running (nor gruesome goat killing) involved whatsoever.
From my leaflet at Singapore Zoo,
Their main diet is carrion, although they can sometimes cannibalise their own kind. They have a deservedly fearsome reputation, for they have been known to kill human beings. Almost extinct the dragon is protected on its native Komodo Island in Indonesia.
I noted that Singapore train station was not particularly busy.
Eventually having gone through the necessary customs and immigration, we were able to board the train. We had six long hours on the train. The air-conditioning was very effective. I was amused to read that Lonely Planet considered Malaysian air conditioning to have only two settings-“Freezing and suspended animation.”
They even had a special television channel for us to watch on the train. The programmes were all British. They didn’t even have Malay subtitles…
One thing I had not expected to watch aboard a Malaysian train was Benny Hill.(very politically incorrect-watch at own risk.)
Didn’t sleep too well last night. The minute we turned the lights off things started to rustle. My travelling companion and I managed to convince each other we weren’t doing it and then switched on the light.
Our concern had been heightened by the fact that previously my friend had discovered that some creature had taken a huge bite out of her soap.
From the size of the bite and the volume of the noises we had been hearing, we had decided it must be a rat*. We had tried to convince ourselves it was outside, but a particularly loud noise came from under my friend’s bed and caused her to scream and me to turn the torch on in alarm. My friend had been concerned it might be trying to eat her flip flops as well as her soap. In the end we decided to sleep with the light on. This had quietened Roland’s (our name for our unwelcome room-mate) escapades.
*We stayed in pretty basic accomodation. We were after all backpackers out for new experiences, although we hadn’t bargained on this one.