While in Punta Cana we took advantage of one of the many excursions Club Med had to offer. We went to Manati Park with the kids. It was kind of a poor man's zoo. Since the Dominican Republic is such a poor country, that makes sense. There were a lot of birds and reptiles at this "zoo", but the main attractions were the shows. They had an Indian Show that was supposed to represent the ancient rituals of the original tribes from the Dominican Republic. The girl with dyed pink hair and the one with the tramp stamp kind of ruined the authenticity, though.

Then they had a dolphin and sea lion show. Throughout the whole thing I kept thinking, why am I never at one of the shows where the animal turns on the trainer. That would be so cool.

Come on. Think about it. Can you really blame these animals when they do turn on their trainers? What do you think is going through their heads? Gee, I really LOVE living in captivity performing all these stupid tricks for these stupid people. Thank God someone rescued me from the wide open ocean for this shit.

Then I started to think about our resort and how nice all the workers there were? What are they really thinking behind their smiles and their "bonjours", "holas" and "hellos"? Fucking rich-ass American, Canadian, European tourists...think they're better than me. I could kill you in your sleep and no one would ever find me.

Yes, this is the stuff that goes on in my head while having a nice day out with my kids at a a poor excuse for a zoo.

The highlight of the trip for the kids was the horse show. At the end, Aidan got to ride a pony. Don't even get me started on what I think was going on in that pony's head.

Labels: Children, Laughter, Life