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Yesterday a lemur nibbled on my bag
Jul. 22nd, 2007 07:37 pmAfter the ferry-ride back to Stockholm, I went to Skansen (I think), a weird project that collects a heap of historical Sweden-stuff into one place. Whole farmsteads, transported log by numbered log. Elk and wolverines and bears and otters. Sami huts, some of them on tree trunks with more than a hint of Baba Yaga about them. And a little zoo, with the tiniest monkeys in the whole world, a lemur cage that you can walk into, sharks, big furry tarantulas (I touched one!), baboons, and other rather un-Swedish plants and animals.
I feel a little guilty about zoos, although I can understand why they are not as bad as they might be. At the same time, I am so full to bursting of delight at being able to watch lemurs run up to me and check whether my bag is edible.
Also: I am more and more in love with wood. All those old houses, carved and joined and solid.
I took some photos, which seems a standard reaction to those parts of the world which amaze and delight us but which we cannot buy. Perhaps some will come out well, although it's hard to tell with lomographs.
I forgot to tell you: Small Child on Ingmarso, displeased at being abandoned by Less-Small Children, invited all the adults to a summer party. Mostly this was nice, since there are plentiful berries to be fed. Unfortunately, we were also fed pinecones, and one of the Crazy Swedes saw fit to humour Small Child and actually ingest these...which led to demands that we 'really eat them! Don't just pretend!' There were leaves for dessert. This is something of a revelation to me...adults sitting around perfectly relaxed, while Small Child tries to put things of dubious nutritional value in its mouth. What if it died? What if it got sick? What if it cut its mouth with horrid pinecone? But no, everything is fine, because Sweden is completely harmless, apparently.
Also: I got to do a fair amount of lying to Children, because they 'found' my bag and helpfully bought it to me for explanations of my badges. Tua, a lovely 13 year old who I first bumped into in Copenhagen (she was travelling home alone!), translated all my tall stories for the littles. My favourite is: when she was later complimented on the skill of her translation, she said, 'but was it really the truth?'
That is all!
I feel a little guilty about zoos, although I can understand why they are not as bad as they might be. At the same time, I am so full to bursting of delight at being able to watch lemurs run up to me and check whether my bag is edible.
Also: I am more and more in love with wood. All those old houses, carved and joined and solid.
I took some photos, which seems a standard reaction to those parts of the world which amaze and delight us but which we cannot buy. Perhaps some will come out well, although it's hard to tell with lomographs.
I forgot to tell you: Small Child on Ingmarso, displeased at being abandoned by Less-Small Children, invited all the adults to a summer party. Mostly this was nice, since there are plentiful berries to be fed. Unfortunately, we were also fed pinecones, and one of the Crazy Swedes saw fit to humour Small Child and actually ingest these...which led to demands that we 'really eat them! Don't just pretend!' There were leaves for dessert. This is something of a revelation to me...adults sitting around perfectly relaxed, while Small Child tries to put things of dubious nutritional value in its mouth. What if it died? What if it got sick? What if it cut its mouth with horrid pinecone? But no, everything is fine, because Sweden is completely harmless, apparently.
Also: I got to do a fair amount of lying to Children, because they 'found' my bag and helpfully bought it to me for explanations of my badges. Tua, a lovely 13 year old who I first bumped into in Copenhagen (she was travelling home alone!), translated all my tall stories for the littles. My favourite is: when she was later complimented on the skill of her translation, she said, 'but was it really the truth?'
That is all!