So the third week started with the Saunders women comparing their various bites, peelings and other pest-inflicted deformities...... And I thought being stuck on the A2 was an unpleasant start to the week. Funny but despite being bitten minutes after arriving in Petersham, I've been relatively left alone, despite several late evenings al fresco.
Today is a trip to Taronga Zoo. I love zoos, except for London Zoo which should in my opinion been closed down many moons ago. Mind you it was many moons ago that I went so maybe time has improved it..... Not going back to find out though. But, pleased to report that Taronga is excellent, with the conservation message seemingly at the heart of its mission. Situated above Sydney harbour on the north side, you would cheerfully pay for just the spectacular views back over the harbour, towards the city, and the trademark Opera House and Bridge. Today they are bathed in brilliant sunshine as we make our second ferry journey in two days across to the north side of the harbour, so a whole new set of shots are taken from our deck seat on the ferry.
The trip in to the zoo is completed by the 'sky safari' cable car and, as ever, the author double takes at anything to do with heights. Told in no uncertain terms to man-up, I climb aboard and actually enjoy the half a kilometre ride up to the top of the zoo. From there it's a feast of superb animals and stupid humans. What is it about zoos that hammers home just how bloody thick other people are? There are lots of children and they are soooo noisy, I feel sorry for the animals and wonder what they are thinking, the other side of the glass or the fence. I have a go at a stupid woman for using flash in an area where people are clearly asked not too. I was just waiting for the 'didn't see the sign' but I must have my ugly face on today as I get a woeful 'sorry' when I point out the flash will frighten the animals.
Aside from human-baiting, we enjoy two excellent shows, with various birds and my favourites, the seals and a sea-lion. Or sea-fox as Gary Atkins will know them. Exploitation? Not a bit of it. These animals manage to survive and thrive in the wild, without hands, supermarkets or our help, so a few tricks must be chicken-feed to them. Geddit? Chicken feed! It's a bird show! D'ya see what I did there? Whatdya mean, not funny?
We have some lunch and carry on looking at the various animals all afternoon. Highlight was a tiger playing with a huge ball in a small pool, they had swapped the big cats' enclosures about and evidently this oversize moggy was having a ball. Ball? Geddit? No? Sod off then. Its my blog, and I thought it was funny.....
I also make a fool of myself with a motionless, shiny hippo which, as the hippos were not in their usual place, I take to be a life size fibreglass model. Until of course it moves off and ambles back to its temporary residence. Needless to say the Saunders women capitalise on this faux pas and I'm back to equal footing with the local village idiot. If only the ferry tickets home were in my pocket and not Wayne's.
We head back and true to form, once we hit the water Wayne starts turning green. Trouble is we are still only on the quay. It's a water-bound wobbly one and she really does not like it. She's certainly no seafarer but she holds it together and we make it back with no mishaps. Another fine day in this fine city when we hear that Home is once again covered in snow, especially oop north. Come on, this is late March now........better be over and done with by the time we get back!
So that's that for another day, sitting in the garden blogging, quaffing beer and waiting for pizza to arrive. In fact, Harry just gone mental so I think it's just arrived. Time then to sign off for another day. Bribie tomorrow in fact Wayne's just on the phone to Uncle Clive. Looking toward to meeting some more of the mysterious Eaves clan tomorrow.... But there just one thing I'd like to know......
Why couldn't I go back and see the penguins????????
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