Torrens River and Warrawong

We walked up the Torrens River, after catching the bus into town and dropping off at the Festival Centre.

Weather: a smidge chilly. Overcast.

We encountered a senior human who was fishing. I think he was Hungarian. Eloise made friends with him and we admired the black swans and some pelicans came along. The man, he owned some pedal boats. He claimed they made no money. I looked at the large fountain in the middle of the river. I felt the chill air. I looked at his pedal boats.

We walked up the river, headed for the zoo. Progress was slow. But eventually we made it there, and a little later we found the gate.

The zoo was nice, if cool. There were mountain goats and an orang utan and lots of monkeys. Tigers too, and giraffes and flamingoes. The penguins were absent, without explanation.

We met Nicole and picked up a car.

In the evening we headed out to a wildlife sanctuary called Warrawong where we went on a nocturnal walk spotting strange little animals flolopping around in the forest. There were bandicoots and wallaroos and betongs and other things whose names I don't recall. There were supposed to be platypus too, but they didn't want to play.

But it was fun. Cold but fun. We ended up in a large hall. Eloise danced in front of the fire, to the top twenty Easy Listening Painful Faves of the Eighties. We ate our supper there before driving home. Another late night for E.