6th November 2010
While I am writing my notes, I keep thinking about the snakes and my initial goal to come back from the journey a more courageous and bold traveller.
Doesn’t this call for a high note? Like me handling that harmless snake?
When I go back to the section where the snakes are kept, there are lots of school children mingling about, but no snake or carer in sight.
I feel a mixture of relief and disappointment, but AH tracks down the carer who brings the snake specifically out for me. It had already been put away for the night.
So no pressure then, especially with my audience of school kids who seem to like snakes as little as I.
The handler guides my hands and instructs me to hold the snake just below the head before he lets go. The snake does not move. It is muscular and quite heavy.
I am happy to hand the snake back, moving or not moving, but then I am told to put the snake around my neck...
Now I definitely did not ask for this! A snake in my face – ok, close to my face! Yet once again I agree to take it one step further.
The handler drapes the snake like a necklace around my neck and once again instruct me where to hold the head. Once again the snake stays completely still. I think the story would have been different if I had let go of the head, but sorry, folks, this really is for braver people!