Willie and I dropped by Ocean Park the other day. It drizzled on and off throughout the day, which was fortunate or horrible depending on who you ask. The moment it started trickling people would clear out, leaving the queues pleasantly short.
After a while I finally blurted out my dirty little secret. I really don’t like rides. I’ll go on them so you don’t think I’m a wuss, but the experience just isn’t fun. My internal organs get all confused, there’s no adrenaline rush to reward me, and it basically feels like leaning over backwards for too long. Once the truth was out Willie responded, “Oh ok… Now let’s go ride the mine train!”
Obligatory shot of the park:
For Will, who reckons rays have “the cutest faces”.
“Get them off me!”
“You okay man?”
The world’s worst dolphin shot:
He just has to touch everything!
I realise now that I didn’t look nearly as distressed as I intended to.
Resting in the Japanese garden. Don’t we look like each other here?
Will the man:
Becca the slightly damp:
Going to see the jellyfish:
Isn’t this guy/girl/thing awesome?
Around 6-something the real rain clouds starting moving in, so we headed back to town.
The best moment of the day happened once we’d gotten back into the city. We were a couple of metres from the road seeing if any good buses stopped nearby. After standing and talking for a few minutes, Willie wandered towards the road and right as he reached the rail a double decker roared by, showering him with road water.
It was one of the most incredible things I’d ever seen! Fortunately (and impressively) the majority of the splash went over his head. He turned around, stunned and completely horrified, and I sadly have to say that the first thing I did was to crack up laughing.
So despite the rain, the queue jumpers, and the bastards who use flash around the aquariums, it was a great day. I’m also told the hotdogs were fantastic.