Majestic By Design
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Monkey Mia. It’s on the brochures, the postcards, the bucket lists of travelers who want their moment with the wild. And yes, we made it. But here’s the deal - wildness here comes with an entry fee: fifteen bucks a head for a day pass.
We got there ten minutes before “showtime”and I say showtime because that’s exactly what it was. A crowd penned in behind ropes, all craning necks and clutching cameras, waiting for the stars of the act to swim on stage.
At some point between 7:45 and 8:30, the dolphins glide in. Like clockwork. Like generals on inspection, one eye breaking the surface, scanning the line of expectant tourists. This morning, five showed up. Five sleek performers circling close, waiting for their ration.
It makes you wonder - are we witnessing something wild, or just another trained response, curated for the audience? A learned routine, kept alive by the promise of fish and applause.
After the feeding, the rangers clear the beach. Ten minutes of exile for the humans while the dolphins slip away, the show over until the next curtain call.
Does it beat SeaWorld? Sure. These dolphins aren’t trapped in pools doing tricks for buckets of bait. But it still didn’t feel untouched, or raw, or real. It felt like nature dressed up for tourists. A glimpse of the wild, sanitized and scheduled for our convenience.