The Turtle Fairy.

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People love their dogs so much, it seems, that they even take them on holidays with them! Here at the hotel, there are well-behaved dogs in the hallways, being walked by their parents. In Vancouver at the Fairmont, there was even a resident dog for people to stop and pat. This is Beau.

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LOOK AT HIS FACE!

It is very normal to travel with your dog here, after all, dogs are part of the family right? Speaking of which, we are very much missing a certain black cat who is not impressed that his cat sitter will not allow him to sleep on his bed.

Although this is quite annoying as he wakes you up at about 5am wanting to be fed. So you push him away and then he goes straight the upholstered blanket box in your room and starts to claw the shit out of, which makes you leap up from your bed as if you had just been bitten by a snake, to stop him.

The truth is, I love all animals. Apart from Schnauzers. 

I was talking this morning, to Mitchell and Justine over breakfast. Mitchell and Justine are Canadians. We all spoke of our love of animals and I stopped short of pulling out my iPhone and showing them some photos of my cat. Anyway, they told me about the bears and I told them about how if you drive down to Thredbo from Sydney, it is like a murderous highway, with the road being littered with national fauna road kill.

I then went on to explain about my turtle box.

The year was 1995, and I was a fresh-faced, newly minted primary school teacher. I was teaching the K-2 class at a two teacher school. Anyway, the little country school was about an hour’s drive away. It also involved putting the car onto a ferry, crossing the river, and then travelling further down a dirt road.

The drive was not relaxing however, as the road before the ferry was littered with turtles, all enjoying the warmth emulating from the bitumen. I would drive along and get upset at the amount of squished turtles. So eventually I put my plastic washing basket into the boot of the Nissan, and started leaving for word 20 minutes earlier.

For the remainder of the year I was like a Turtle Fairy. I would drive along, see a turtle, stop, put the turtle in the boot, scan the environs for more turtles, drive about 50 metres, see a turtle, stop, put the turtle in the boot, scan the environs for more turtles, drive about 50 metres, see a turtle, stop, put the turtle in the boot, scan the environs for more turtles, drive about 50 metres,see a turtle, stop, put the turtle in the boot, scan the environs for more turtles, drive about 50 metres, and so on and so on and so on.

By the time I got to the ferry, I may have saved up to a dozen turtles lives. The ferryman would wait for me to drive the car onto the ferry and ask…

“How many today, love?”

And I would tell him, as I emptied my washing basket of turtles onto the banks of the river.

The return trip saw me saving the odd turtle as well, for some reason not as many had a death wish in the afternoons. I would deposit these turtles down near the boat ramp, before returning home.

And that is how you spin a yarn with two hotel executives over breakfast.

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