This reminded me of the traumatic childhood experience when we went on Primary 4 school trip there: Of the short amount of time we actually spent in the zoo, about 2 hours were taken up by a lecture (this word is not an exaggeration) about animal bones and their legs. Quite frankly even now I wouldn't be able to stand a two hour lecture about animal legs, let alone as a 8 year old.
Due to the ridiculously small amount of time we actually got looking at the animals in 1996, it came as a surprise just how huge the zoo is. We were walking up endless hills, looking into infinite cages of [insert animal I've never heard of here] where there was little sign of any life. And when we did see the animals, they looked so distressingly miserable. Just like the people of Edinburgh. How ironic.
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