I promised you a funny story which happened in the wild life park in Arth Goldau. There I got one of my most impressive skulls. I think this is the weirdest story of all my “skull tales” so far. But please, read more under the cut.
It happened long time ago, about eleven years (or thirteen years? I feel so old right now!). Well, I was quite young and started with my first job. Corni, a good friend of mine, and I went to this park during our vacation. Like in every park there was a souvenir shop and there it saw it, a skull of an ibex with giant horns!
|Hello thar, I'm not for sale!|
Five hundred bucks. Yeah, that was expensive for someone who just started to work. I was torn to buy that ibex skull, but what would my parents say? So we went to the next phone box, calling my parents. My dad picked up the phone. He was a bit distracted, but he said something very special to me: “If you think it`s worth it, then buy it”.
|The horns are about 90cm long.|
|Not alone, Kudu is hanging with me.|
Now the impressive ibex hangs on the wall in my sleeping room in company of some kudu horns.
It was very funny (but also heavy!) to bring the ibex to its new home. People smiled at me, stared in confusion or were just surprised. I can’t blame them – I guess you don’t see a lanky girl carrying a huge ibex skull every day.