After yesterday’s torture session on Mount Beerburrum, a change of pace was in order, preferably one without hills, steps or anything with an incline larger than 1 degree. Maybe involving transport of the sitting down kind. Some shade, a spot to eat lunch, perhaps a croc or two? Where else but Australia Zoo? It’s easy enough to spend at least half the day there and there really is a sort-of train for getting around if your legs haven’t recovered from trudging up hills.
We took in the show at The Crocoseum (yes, it’s really called that) and this vicious, aggressive and obviously very dangerous beast showed up. Fortunately, the keepers were fast and able to get away. That ibis was worried though.
There were loads of other animals sunning themselves and generally being animals. This guy followed me around for a bit until I lay on the ground to get some pictures. Satisfied he’d been suitably papped, he disappeared under a hedge. He was probably on the payroll.