Why would I waste my precious holiday time going to a zoo in another country?

Taronga zoo, Sydney. ‘Perhaps I am speaking from a point of privilege. My local zoo happens to sit directly on Sydney Harbour with one of the most glorious views of the city possible.’ Photograph: Blake Sharp-Wiggins/The Guardian

When I first took my toddler to the zoo, I realised that here were her celebrities. To see a giraffe in real life is the three-year-old’s equivalent of seeing Tom Hanks strolling through your local shopping centre. After all, every night we lie in bed and read stories about the exploits of shy turtles or bossy rhinos or the occasional lion who didn’t want to go to bed. Then, one day, these heroes are right in front of you, ambling about in a pen, being gawked at by the paparazzi.

All of a sudden, I felt my own childlike excitement reinvigorated, getting to surprise her with the next animal and the next animal. A visit to your local zoo is truly one of the greatest experiences you can have as a parent.