Isla Nublar

At Thursday, Hammond sends me a parcel of information about Isla Nublar, his island. There were plans of buildings and map. The map showed that the island was long and narrow. There were roads and tunnel and a lake. There was a Visitors’ Centre in the north and the island was divided into five sections. Between the sections there were roads. Between the section and the roads there were concrete moats and electric fences. Ellie said that it’s like a zoo. Yeah, I thought so. It’s even more than a zoo.  Looking at

the fences, and 9 meter long moats, it’s not a normal animal Hammond keep there. We go to Choteau’s airport at 5 o’clock. We met John Hammond there, inside his private plane. He’s so rich that he even has his own plane.  John Hammond seems pleased to see us. He introduces us with Donald Gennaro, a thirty years old InGen lawyer. He wears an expensive grey suit and glasses with metal frames. I don’t like him.

After a while, the plane takes off and we landed at Dallas airport four hours after it left Choteau. A tall, thin man got on. He was about 35 years old. Everything he was wearing was black.  And then, he starts to introduce himself, “I’m Ian Malcolm. How do you do? I do maths.” Oh, I heard about that guy, Ian Malcolm. He was a famous mathematician. He studied the chaos theory. He starts argument with Hammond instantly. Malcolm says that Hammond’s resort on the island will never work- because of the chaos theory. I asked him, “what’s chaos theory?” and then he start to explain it. He says that chaos theory is about all unpredictable changes we find in complex system, that’s interesting. Malcolm continues talking and he says that things will go wrong at Hammond’s island, and it will continue to go wrong. But Hammond keep saying angrily, that he don’t believe what Malcolm says, nothing will go wrong. These things make me confused even more.

In the early on Friday morning, our plane landed at San Jose, biggest city at Costa Rica. We will continue our journey to Isla Nublar with helicopter. When we got inside the helicopter, we meet with another man. His name is Dennis Nedry. Wow, he was fat. And he’s unfriendly too. He was a computer expert though. Hammond says that he’ll deal with the bugs inside the computer system. After 45 minutes, we land on top of one of the hills, at Isla Nublar. As we got out of the helicopter, a man wearing baseball cap runs toward us. He greets us excitedly, and then he introduces himself. His name was Ed Regis, the publicity manager. When we walk down the hill to the safari lodge, I see something taller than the other tree. Is it a tree too? But it moved, and walk towards me. Suddenly, I realized that I wasn’t looking at a giant tree trunk. It was a dinosaur! A living dinosaur! It’s apatosaurs! I don’t believe what I’m seeing right now. Living dinosaurs? Can’t things get any weirder in this island?