Tuesday, August 14, 2012
The day Conor nearly died....
Well, we got here sucessfully and, as you should, ordered Papa John's for our fourth meal of the day - including their new Chicken Parmesan pizza - beyond wonderful.
Our first morning dawned hot and sunny, and a run through all the garden sprinklers was on the cards. What wasn't expected was the Amadillo hurdles when one of the little fuckers ran out of a bush and scared the living shite out of me. You know it's going to be a good day when that happens.
As per the plan as layed down in the holy texts of Lisa, we were to have a brunch and shopping day and so it was off to Celebration and the Market Street Cafe for the most massive omlettes and the house speciality - a pint of fresh orange juice. Unfortunately Robert dosen't work there anymore. Whether he or the Dancing Tosser was the first person to be murdered in Celebration remains to be discovered.....
Following enough food being left to feed a small African man for a week we're off for a walk around the lakes. We're always keen to see if we can spot a croc in the water but today, as always, all we see is some long necked turtles and fucking crickets - crickets fucking everywhere. And Dragon Flies, enormous butterflies and something huge chirping in the trees...... And then, whilst trying to photograph an elusive bird, Conor nearly dies...... .....death by treading on a sunbathing Alligator would be an impressive way to go - except that despite all the shouting and yelling that he'd found a croc, the bloody thing barely batted an eyelid, posed for photos and then with a dismissive flick of its tail shot into the water and was gone. That, by the way, up there, is the ACTUAL alligator...no messing....
Still marvelling from this amazing encounter, we're on our way back to the car hwen we spot a huge writhing black mass in the shallows at the edge of the lake. Thinking it was one massive gator we prepare to run - before we realise it's a family of Otters having a bit of a play and a fish supper - completely gobsmacking. If tomorrow starts with anything close to Armadillo hurdling I know we're in for a good day.....
Our first morning dawned hot and sunny, and a run through all the garden sprinklers was on the cards. What wasn't expected was the Amadillo hurdles when one of the little fuckers ran out of a bush and scared the living shite out of me. You know it's going to be a good day when that happens.
As per the plan as layed down in the holy texts of Lisa, we were to have a brunch and shopping day and so it was off to Celebration and the Market Street Cafe for the most massive omlettes and the house speciality - a pint of fresh orange juice. Unfortunately Robert dosen't work there anymore. Whether he or the Dancing Tosser was the first person to be murdered in Celebration remains to be discovered.....
Following enough food being left to feed a small African man for a week we're off for a walk around the lakes. We're always keen to see if we can spot a croc in the water but today, as always, all we see is some long necked turtles and fucking crickets - crickets fucking everywhere. And Dragon Flies, enormous butterflies and something huge chirping in the trees...... And then, whilst trying to photograph an elusive bird, Conor nearly dies...... .....death by treading on a sunbathing Alligator would be an impressive way to go - except that despite all the shouting and yelling that he'd found a croc, the bloody thing barely batted an eyelid, posed for photos and then with a dismissive flick of its tail shot into the water and was gone. That, by the way, up there, is the ACTUAL alligator...no messing....
Still marvelling from this amazing encounter, we're on our way back to the car hwen we spot a huge writhing black mass in the shallows at the edge of the lake. Thinking it was one massive gator we prepare to run - before we realise it's a family of Otters having a bit of a play and a fish supper - completely gobsmacking. If tomorrow starts with anything close to Armadillo hurdling I know we're in for a good day.....
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