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A long day in the car and at the vet’s
We left with a vulture who needed to have a wing amputated. Dropped him off at vet 1 (in private practice at South Africa’s only veterinary school), then drove 3 hours to pick up a vulture with a broken wing Read more…
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Notes on the restaurant & vet
Today we cut up a cow for the birds: back legs to the breeding colony, front legs and head to the rehabbing capes & lappets, middle, for the restaurant. Also took two birds in for leg X-rays (sustained while children Read more…
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Exactly what we’re afraid of
The deep down disgust that a rotten, mostly-eaten cow carcass inspires is instinctual. It’s like jumping at a snake–something from deep down & back in our animal minds. Maggots are repulsive. And watching a flock chickens slurp them up from Read more…
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Vulpro, Wednesday
Some notes on arrival: -In the area, besides amazing birds like ibises and storks and of course vultures (!!!!), there are brown hyenas, leopards, kudu, duikers, klipspringers, and “lots of snakes.” None of this should worry me. -My room has Read more…
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New Year’s eve in South Africa
I didn’t think I’d make it. I was so damn tired yesterday afternoon (see also: 2 day flight), that I crashed out at 5pm. But the fireworks woke me up at 11:20. I bought a can of Black Label from Read more…
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Day One: Johannesburg
Man. The two toughest things to figure out overseas: toilets and internet. At least so far, the toilets have been totally expected and intuitive. It has proven to be prohibitively expensive for me to get internet out of town. In Read more…
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Today: Frankfurt airport
It’s like Paris all over again, and I have no money. I blew some stashed dollars to hide out in a lounge and stretch out (sort of) and snore (probably). And also eat free biscotti and drink coke light. The Read more…
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The worst adventure story ever…
…starts in an airport. That’s the first rule of travel writing. And yet, that is where almost all of my adventure stories start. So, either my adventures are terrible, or my stories about them are terrible, or more likely… that’s Read more…
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The enemy of my enemy
I am my own worst enemy. I always have been–except for a brief stint in the seventh grade when that bully-girl Nikki was my enemy. In retrospect, she probably had a crush on me and turned aggressive when I failed Read more…