Creating Future Travelers at the Toronto Zoo

Many of my favourite childhood memories come from the Toronto Zoo.  Images of fenic foxes, meerkats, gorillas, beavers and polar bears dance through my head, when I think about it. So when my brother brought up the idea of taking the nieces and nephews, as a part of our family Holiday gathering last Sunday, there was no question in my mind, I was happy to help him wrangle our trio of toddlers around the zoo.

 

An adventure I will always love, no matter my age.

An adventure I will always love, no matter my age.

 

Some people may criticize zoos for taking animals out of their wild habitats, but zoos play an important role in education, saving injured animals, habitat and species specific research, and captive breeding and re-introduction programs of rare and endangered animals.  Now, while admittedly I am not a fan of every zoo, as I do feel some take advantage of the animals,  The Toronto Zoo is one of the good ones.  It provides the animals with excellent habitats in which to live, the public a solid foundation in education on the animals they see and their habitats, and has a number of conservation initiatives.

 

The American Alligator - a Conservation Success Story

The American Alligator – a Conservation Success Story

 

I'm not quite sure who is checking out who here.

I’m not quite sure who is checking out who here.

 

If you ask me, especially after exploring the Toronto Zoo with these three toddlers, the greatest gift in visiting a zoo is that it evokes curiosity and sparks a connection between the animals and the zoo visitors.  For many, this is the only interactions they will have with such animals, and this contact is what will make them think twice when making a decision that could impact such creatures’ habitats.  For others, like myself, visiting zoos are what helped to turn me into a World Traveler, sparking a curiosity that not only got me interested in studying biology, but also to explore the wilds of parts of North America, Europe, and Africa.  It was the beginnings of this same curiosity for travel and to explore different lands that I saw spark in our trio of monkeys, as they examined and pointed at maps, watched animals of all shapes and sizes in fascination, and alternately charged with glee from one habitat to the next or had to be dragged away, as they wanted to stay and watch longer.

 

One of our future travelers.

One of our future travelers.

 

Our monkeys checking out one of the primate exhibits.

Our monkeys checking out one of the primate exhibits.

 

Meerkat Spotting

Meerkat Spotting

 

Can anyone spot the organism in this tank?

Can anyone spot the organism in this tank?

 

This zoo patron seemed to visit often enough to be on a first name basis with this gorilla.

This zoo patron seemed to visit often enough to be on a first name basis with this gorilla.

So is there an age limit to the zoo?  I’d say no.  Here we were with a 1 1/2, 2 1/2 and 4 year old, who all marched themselves around the zoo, the younger two only occasionally being swooped into our arms for the purpose of speed in places (especially as the 1 1/2 year old had to stomp in every puddle, and sometimes those puddles steered away from the direction of our herding). Our fellow zoo explorers ranged from the very young to the very old, the zoo provided easy wheel chair and stroller accessibility for the less mobile amoung them.

To make the whole experience even better, we got to enjoy the zoo in the snow!  So many people think of the zoo as a warm weather place, but it is just as grand an expedition in the snow.  After leaving the heat of so many of the buildings, set up to mirror warm climates, there is nothing quite so refreshing as stepping out into a snowy, wintery wonderland (that’s why the kids didn’t have their hats on, not because Petey and I were being neglectful). It was almost like a Finnish sauna, jumping between the humid to the refreshing crisp air. Added Bonus: we’d arrived at opening and as fewer people think to go to the zoo in the snow, it felt like we had our own private opening for the first couple of hours. Such a delight!

 

The Ultimate Snow Day!  I hope it is not too long before we return again.

The Ultimate Snow Day! I hope it is not too long before we return again.

Pocket Travelers Adventures in Europe

Last summer, after studying abroad in Bristol, UK, I went travelling for two months through France, Italy and Greece with my friend Chloe. Chloe flew in to England at the beginning of the summer and we met in Bristol before we began our travels. With her she brought an envelope from our friend Theresa which was marked not to be opened until we were together in England. Inside, we found a cut-out picture of Theresa and her boyfriend Steven mounted on popsicle sticks and a request from Theresa that we photograph the two on our travels in order to surprise Steven.

Theresa suggested posting the photos on Facebook but Chloe and I, inspired by the film Amelie, had the ingenious idea to print the photos as we went along and mail them back to Steven as postcards. As Steven had been left in the dark about the whole thing, he would have no idea who the pictures would be from, just like in the movie. The idea of Steven receiving a postcard of a photograph of himself and his girlfriend halfway across the world seemed wonderfully hilarious.

 

 

 

We started at Bristol’s most famous landmark, the Clifton Suspension Bridge. It took a few tries to fit Theresa & Steven properly into the frame and we definitely got some stares as we took our photos – I’m pretty sure people thought we were some crazy tourists! We had to pack it in pretty quickly when it started raining and our pocket travelers started getting wet.

 

At the Clifton Suspension Bridge in Bristol, UK

 

Our next photo came on a day trip to Wales. At Tintern Abbey, a medieval abbey near Chepstow, we took a photo complete with cows in the background. (Shame it wasn’t sheep – kidding!)

Back in Bristol, we had the photos printed at Boots, but were unable to buy stamps before leaving for France. As a result, we were unable to send the postcards until I flew through England on my way home to Vancouver at the end of summer. This in fact turned out to be a good thing, as a postcard from Bristol would have immediately given away who the mysterious postcards were from.

 

At Tintern Abbey in Chepstow, Wales

 

After travelling from Bristol to Paris, our next outing with the pocket travelers was at the Eiffel Tower. Despite their name, they in fact did not fit into our pockets, and we kept forgetting to take Theresa & Steven along with us in our purses. On our last day in Paris, we finally remembered and snapped a photo of the two in front of the romantic landmark.

Unfortunately, our next stops in France were in Avignon, Marseille, and Cassis, small towns where we could not locate a photo print shop. As a result, we weren’t able to print the photo until we arrived in Venice, Italy. However, Chloe and I were determined to have the photo sent from France. Chloe still had one French stamp left from sending postcards in France and we thought it wouldn’t be the same if Steven received the photo with an Italian postmark. As luck would have it, when we arrived a week later in Cinque Terre, we met an American named Kevin headed to Paris! After a bit of awkward explanation about the concept behind the pictures, we persuaded him to mail the photo for us from France. We sent the photo along with him and hoped for the best.

 

At the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France

 

A week and a half later, we arrived in Rome and decided we had to get a photo of Theresa & Steven in front of the Trevi Fountain. Thankfully, the crowds tossing coins and taking photos in front of the fountain were preoccupied enough to not wonder what we were doing and we photographed our pocket travelers without a hitch.

Getting the photo printed was another story. The woman at the print shop was very kind, but because of the language barrier she thought I wanted all of the photos on my camera printed, rather than just the one. It took many hand gestures and both of us repeating ourselves countless times, but in the end we understood each other and I sent the second postcard off.

 

At the Trevi Fountain in Rome, Italy

 

For our last postcard, we took a photo of Theresa & Steven at Knossos, the Minoan Palace on the Greek island of Crete. Originally, we wanted a photo at the Acropolis of Athens, but Athens was our last stop on the entire trip and we decided not to risk being unable to send it before leaving. As it was, the Acropolis turned out to be far too windy – our pocket travelers would have been swept right out of our hands! It was a good thing we had got our photo in Crete.

 

At Knossos, the Minoan Palace on the island of Crete, Greece

 

At summer’s end, upon returning to Vancouver and reuniting with Steven, I immediately bombarded him with questions: Did he receive all the postcards? What was his reaction when he received the first one? Did he figure out who sent them?

Steven had in fact received all the photos! (Kevin, if you’re reading this, thank you!) He had been highly confused at the arrival of the first photo as many of his friends were travelling in Europe that summer, but Theresa had filled him in when he’d asked. But neither of them had expected another postcard after the first… and then another and then another.

While the concept of pocket travelers may seem crazy to some, the amusement and hilarity that ensued around the Theresa & Steven cut-out ended up being one of the most fun parts of my whole trip. From taking the photographs, to finding a printer, to sending them off from the correct country, we had the best time with our little stowaways.

White Knights of Travel

One of the things I love about travel is all the amazing people you meet and how it expands the community of people you feel safe and protected by. I’m not sure if this is that travel brings out the best in people or if it is that you open yourself up more, and ask for help when you need it or possibly that when traveling those with you become your family for the trip. Whichever which way, the more I travel, the more White Knights I seem to acquire, and the more I appreciate all the goodness of character around me.

It is for this reason, that we are occasionally going to spotlight some of the White Knights in our travels. Below I mention a few of the White Knights of Travel that inspired this column.

 

Myself & Lucy Duck, Audrey & Dan, & Jen.

 

The Husbands

Daniel Noll of Uncornered Market and Ralph Velasco (photographer extraordinaire) for jumping in as my husbands, when I needed one. You are two gentlemen I am proud to have on either arm.

The First Wife

Audrey Scott of Uncornered Market for happily accepting me as the second wife and keeping an eye out for when I might need one.

The Florence Nightingales

Jen Pollack Bianca of My Life’s A Trip and Audrey for being the kind of gals that I’d let in my room, when at my worst to ensure that I got fluids, didn’t dehydrate, and make sure I didn’t need a doctor.

The Big Brothers

Tharwat Abouraya and Jan Polatschek for regularly checking up on me to see that all was well (both before and after I got sick).

The Tech Hero

Michael Tieso of the Art of Backpacking who fine tuned our site and got it back up and running after a traffic spike and unstable server slammed us, along with the Spring Cold, so I couldn’t think straight.

 

Ralph, Tharwat and Jan in Cairo's Old City

 

Thanks Dan, Ralph, Audrey, Jen, Tharwat, Jan and Michael!

I am sure we’ll be sharing other White Knights of Travel, but in the meantime, we’d love to hear about your White Knights of Travel in the comments below.