Where's the kangaroo?

If I tell you that I never wanted to move to Australia, you won't believe me anyway. In the field of my attention, this country was in a place that even I didn't know. I was thinking about the UK (and, to be honest, I dreamed of London), about moving to foggy Albion, about opening a company there and champagne on vernissages in Serpentine.

Therefore, I knew about anything about Australia - something from the school geography curriculum and from fragments of news about the Australian Open. "Kangaroos", not summer, but winter, "the middle of nowhere", Nicole Kidman - this is my associative series for May 2022. Then I had about 5 months to get used to the idea of a long stay on this continent and finding at least some information about life there. My biggest "pain" was Australia's distance from world art centres and the art market. Neither the United States, nor the beloved London, nor beautiful Italy, nor the unloved stuffy Arab world of new collectors was in close proximity. If you want to make an international trip, please allocate at least 9 hours of flight (New Zealand does not count). The "ass of the world with a kangaroo" and my favourite person were spinning in my head.

(Next, I will tell you how everything turned out with the art market and the availability of art. And now about something else.)

So, a kangaroo. They are funny and unusual. Everyone who has seen at least Winnie the Pooh and Kenga know it. And then I learned about HIM - the one who conquered my heart and continues to live there. Wombat! Some kind of funny, either a wild boar or a hamster that poops with cubes. You heard right - in cubes. I still don't understand how their round ass cubes come out. You can read about the miracle of zoology and try to solve this dilemma.

(Looking ahead, I'll show you the picture that met me on my first "date" with Jimi's wombat)

Landing at night in Melbourne, I was almost sure that kangaroos and wombats, if they do not walk directly along the central streets, definitely live in suburbia and parks. No, really, I thought so. If I've seen wild foxes diving through London's trash, why won't kangaroos jump on backdoors? Here I will miss a couple of months of living in Australia, as until December I went with the thought "when will I see the kangaroo?" And in the middle of the first summer (not winter) month, we got to Great Ocean Road, the most popular tourist route in Victoria. And you'd better not see the way I saw the kangaroo. If you go outside the CBD for 20-25 km, you will see road signs that there are animals around, and you need to be careful. It's possible if you're not driving on the highway. On expressways, there is almost no way to react quickly to jumping kangaroos, especially at night. As a result, there are a lot of, unfortunately, dead animals on the tracks. It was my first meeting with wild animals. Experience as-so as you know. Tim (my fiancé at that time) was very puzzled to show animals in the wildest possible nature. That's why the zoo disappeared automatically. We started looking for other options.

And somewhere near Frankston, which is located on our train line, we found Moonlit Sanctuary Wildlife Conservation Park - a park of wild animals, where there are no cages, but animals can be carefully touched and fed with special food. We were met by the wombat Jimi, whose lovely doping body met us. And then, as in a dream - koalas, Dingo dogs, kangaroos and wallabies (I didn't know this word before coming to Australia), snakes (in terrariums, not in an open area) and a lot of birds.

There was wombat's poop too, but I won't show them to you (what if you eat).

Go to my Instagram and see the reels from the wallabies that I shot in the park. I think the baby in the bag won't leave you indifferent. And I put a mandatory "tick" about kangaroos and wombats. Looking ahead, I can please you with the fact that we saw jumping marsupials later and in real wildlife - you need to look around more closely. And in our yard lives possum and in the evenings goes out for dinner.