We spent the day playing 'Where's Wally?' with the red pandas, getting jealous of the length of giraffes' eyelashes, staring in fascination at the amount of poop that came out of a stag's butt, feeling disappointed that a basilisk is just a tiny lizard and laughing at pouty gorillas in the rain.
We had to wait forever on the port for the ferry to go home. Only when we realised it was swaying and rocking, some of the others started to feel seasick. I think it's a mental thing.