Did you read The Eternal Traveller’s story this week about the Tree Top Walk in the Valley of the Giants? In her role as my personal assistant, Mrs ET comes with me on some wonderful adventures. We both loved seeing the giant red tingle trees from the top of the walk, and being an alpine beaver I wasn’t scared of the height at all.
What Mrs ET doesn’t know is that she was so busy looking up at the trees she missed some of the other oversized creatures at the Walpole Discovery Centre. I went for a quiet wander by myself and along the way I met some gigantors of the forest floor. A colony of ants was busy around their nest, while Millipede was scrounging through the leaf mould.
Scorpion and Centipede were doing their best ‘looking fierce’ poses and Elephant Weevil…he was just weevilling around.
With the benefit of hindsight I think it’s a good thing Mrs ET didn’t meet these creatures.
She’s not as brave as I am and her reaction might not have been pretty.
Look at this bird…he’s trying to hide and hoping that if he can’t see you, you can’t see him.
He’s hiding because he is very rude!
I know I’ve had issues with birds in the past, but this bird took things to a whole new level.
His behaviour was disgraceful and his manners…well they were non-existent.
If I hadn’t heard it with my own ears I wouldn’t have believed anyone could be so thoughtless. He said I was the funniest looking creature he’d ever seen!
I wasn’t going to say so, but I thought that was the pot calling the kettle black. Has he looked in a mirror lately? He’s not exactly what I would call handsome.
He looked me straight in the eye, insulted me and then he pecked me on the nose! Right through the fence! Thank goodness the fence was there or things could have been so much worse.
He tried to tell me it was a kiss but I think I know a peck when I feel one.
This emu is not my friend.
I’ve been doing some more work experience – at Simmo’s Ice Creamery in Dunsborough. It’s been voted one of the top 15 ice creameries in the world by USA Today and after working there I would have to agree.
I never knew there was so much to learn about ice cream and I was lucky to receive my training from the great man himself. Simmo took me under his wing and taught me everything he knows about creating amazing ice cream.
First I had to memorise the names of all 60 ice cream flavours. They are all so inviting – can you imagine tucking into a crunchy cone filled with Coconut Choc Fudge, Crunchie Munchie, Blueberry Meringue or Raspberry Cheesecake? How the customers are able to choose is beyond me. It really is a “Delicious Dilemma”.
Once I knew all the flavours the next step in my training was taste-testing. Simmo says you can’t be a great ice cream maker unless you know how it should taste. I was particularly good at this part of the training and he was impressed by my quick learning.
Simmo and I discovered that we are true kindred spirits. We have so much in common. Firstly we share a love for delicious ice cream. And did you notice in the photo Simmo is wearing a trainee badge? That’s because he is very modest and prefers to work incognito; another thing we have in common! And, most importantly, we both follow this philosophy:
At the end of the day my training was complete and Simmo presented me with a special award in honour of my excellent work.
Simmo, ice cream and me – the perfect combo!
Am I the only person in the world who sometimes sees a person’s name and thinks “Thank goodness my parents didn’t call me that”?
For instance, I met this guy recently – his name is Ronald McDonald.
What WERE his parents thinking?? How embarrassing to have rhyming names.
He was very cheery though and it didn’t seem to worry him. I didn’t ask him about it either. It might never have occurred to him before that his name is a little unusual and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
I’m so grateful my parents didn’t have a sense of humour when they named me. I could have been Cleaver Beaver. How ghastly.
Maybe Ronald McDonald isn’t so bad!
I often share with you beautiful places I’ve been to combined with some exotic food or exquisite dessert I’ve been eating. So you might be surprised to learn that there’s something I really enjoy…and that’s camping in the summer. Camping means simple food that tastes great. Here’s my favourite – a steaming cup of freshly made coffee and a sweet and sticky finger bun topped with delicious coconut icing.
I love Summer and I love iced buns!
When I think of cactus, this type usually comes to mind. It’s like the ones you see in the desert.
Now look at these thorny barrel cacti I found at Gardens by the Bay in Singapore. Who would have thought they grew in such amazing shapes?
This snake cactus gave me the creeps – I kept imagining it was about to wrap itself around me. I felt very uncomfortable.
Then I noticed this fellow. He wasn’t looking comfortable either.
I wonder if he sat on a prickle!
Judging by the labels on the outside of these containers, the contents might be a little unusual and you would be forgiven for thinking that New Zealanders make some very strange choices when it comes to food.
But have a look inside and you’ll be in for a pleasant surprise.
Don’t judge these containers by their covers!
Strange things have been happening in Kuirau Park in the centre of Rotorua.
First I saw this sign.
What’s so dangerous about thermals?
I wear my thermal underwear all the time in winter!
Then I noticed steam rising from the water of this lake.
The water looked so inviting, like a giant hot tub. It was crystal clear but it smelled quite strange.
Next I came across these bubbling pools of mud.
I’ve heard of people having mud baths in Rotorua, but I hope it wasn’t here.
It was like the earth was about to boil over.
Then I remembered: Rotorua sits on top of an ancient volcano.
I hope it doesn’t blow its top any time soon.
I met a giant this week at Mammoth Cave, in the Margaret River region of Western Australia.
Zygomaturus trilobus is just one of the Megafauna who lived in this place long ago.
I wouldn’t like to run into him on a dark night though.
My trusty Pocket Oxford Dictionary defines the meaning of the word ‘remarkable’ as exceptional or worth noting.
From the outside, The Remarkable Sweet Shop in Arrowtown didn’t look all that exceptional, but once inside I was overwhelmed by the amazing selection of sweet treats.
There was fudge, in flavours from passionfruit to hokey pokey – fabulous.
I couldn’t decide which chocolate-coated creation I liked best.
And the lollies! I was simply lost for words.
In the end I needed help to make a choice, because I just couldn’t carry one of everything.
Believe me, I tried!