This weblog is a tribute to the people I have met during my 30 years
of travel. Most are nameless, but all have touched my heart in a special way. Their actions may seem insignificant
to you, but when I was lonely or lost or tired, these small acts meant everything to me. From time to time, I'll share
stories of other people I've met who have also touched my heart. I hope you appreciate their stories as I share my
adventures with you.
During my first trip to
Singapore, I found myself with a free night. Since I’m not a nightclub person, I decided to check out the Night Safari.
(Okay, so I’m a different kind of party animal!) I read good reviews of it; I like animals; and it was a short, and
cheap, cab ride away. So armed with zoo map, I went off to discover the creatures of the night. I enjoyed the lions and tigers
and bears, oh my, but stopped in my tracks when I saw the Bat House. Come experience the sights and sounds of the
Night Zoo with me.
I think I’m a fairly fearless person when it comes to critters. I‘ve
scuba dived with sharks and barracudas and moray eels in the Carribean. I’ve made friends with the snakes under my dock.
I’ve snorkeled with snapping turtles in a fresh water lake. I don’t kill bugs. But one thing I am not fond of
is bats. Perhaps the scary stories my mother told me about bats caught in girl’s hair, or tales of blood-sucking vampires
or their rat-like appearance have colored my views, but whatever the reason, I DON”T LIKE BATS. I hesitantly approached the Bat House, and
then backed out when I saw all those creepy creatures flying around in a large walk-in cage. I tried to enter several more
times, but just could not do it. As I was walking away, a woman who was managing a kiosk outside the Bat House approached
me and asked me if I was okay. I explained my fears, and she kindly offered to escort me into the dark and scary cage.Reluctantly I agreed, and she reached for my hand as we stepped into the cage together. Somehow, with her support,
the bats seemed almost friendly. None dive-bombed my head; none sucked the blood from my neck, and, most surprisingly, they
looked somewhat cute.
Hold my hand as you enter the Bat House with me. Now I sit on my dock at dusk,
waiting for the bats to appear, and think back to that night in Singapore when the kind Bat Lady helped me overcome my fears.
(And I don’t even cover my head!) Bonus: Check out this link to learn more about the Night Safari in Singapore. http://www.nightsafari.com.sg/index.html