Featherdale Wildlife Park

Today Audra and I took the train to Blacktown. I saw my first hoon, or Westie. In American, a hooligan. We transferred to a bus that took us to the Featherdale Wildlife Park, where we had the most marvelous time, taking photographs and videos! I love my camera. All animals were fascinated by my hat. When I removed it and moved it around, they would follow it. The Devil even stopped running in circles to give it some attention. Perhaps it is the seagull poop.

We spent hours there, watching the fruit bats, dingos, and Tasmanian devils eat. The dingos were very polite eaters, causing Audra to revise her opinion, a dingo cannot eat your baby. The fruit bats are silly eaters as the crawl down, grab some melon, yell and scratch the fruit bat next to them, the crawl back to the top to swallow upside down. When Audra tried to scratch fruit bat belly, he launched a stream of urine she barely avoided.

The Tasmanian Devils were the best. No eating could be done without lots of snorting and running around. They are much smaller than I imagined, but just as deranged. But when you make eye contact, there is some sort of consciousness in there.

We went to a lovely Thai restaurant called Khacha, and I was inspired to take photos of the first two courses, then I fell into Tasmanian Devil Dinner Mode. I took a photo of the famous "Chloe" painting at a local pub, and will try to get a better one of the legend for future posting. We ended the evening at a "club" - you cannot just enter a place and drink, you must be a member. Kevin is a member, Audra was his guest, but since I am from overseas, I don't need to be a member or a guest. Color me confused.

We had port and interesting conversations, and I got hit on twice. Ray was fascinated with my hair and my ability to say f**k in a charming American accent.