Friday 12 November 2010

Losing track of time

Its been a while since my last update. Time seems to have dissappeared, slipping away into the trees while im working. Its been an eventfull couple of weeks. A few animals have escaped, most have been returned safely and without too much drama. I have got to work on a few other jobs but not yet my favorite which involves the gibbons. (I'm being kept off this job for the time being on purpose but Im not sure of the reason, shockingly im taking this well) I have got to work with the macaques though, they are very intelligent and have amazing personalities, all very different. They can however be quite trying when your feeling tired as escape or entertainment is at the forfront of there minds when you are cleaning their enclosures. You have to keep an eye on them or locks, keys, glasses, watches and occasionally some hair can be taken from you without much warning. Its a bugger getting them back too (especially the hair). Despite recently feeling ill and run down (charming stomach bug I picked up somewhere) I have yet to lose any of the above or let any of them out by accident. Go me.

Pocky one of the macaques Ive got to work with.

The last few weeks havnt been all about the animals either. There was the very boring short stint in bed with my bacteria and a few nights out and much socialising. After being very well behaved and not drinking too much I decided it was time to have a day away. Stayed in a hotel, went out for some drinks (managed to fall down the stairs before the alcohol, bruises are fading now), went to a lady boy show (when in Thailand) and hired a bright pink hello kitty tandum bike. They are look more fun than they are. I tried to mask my poor efforts of steering by singing Queen's bycicle song. After 20 minutes I was out of breath and energy and we returned the bike 40 minutes early. But Im sure we looked cool.

I also attempted to bring bonfire night to Thailnd by watching V for Vendetta and organising a BBQ for 30 people. It happened despite my doughts and everyone seemed to have fun. After the meat was cooked and eaten and the stress was gone I felt too tired to do much and made a mental note not to try an plan something like this again. Someone else can have the stress next time.

Aside from these sporadic bursts of fun most of my socialising recently has been with two young dusky langurs who still need looking after in the night. Every fourth night I become mum and get to hang out with the gourgous duo. They may not stay up late or be much for conversation but I look forward to these nights and happy that I am trusted with them.

Apologies for the lack of photos in the last two posts my camera isnt playing witht the computers at the moment. When I can upload again I shall update these bare and boring looking posts.