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The Slacker Gators of the Everglades
Feb. 2nd, 2008 08:23 amSo, the laptop is refusing to grab all the 6 hundred jillion gator photos from Mr. Tiki's camera, so we'll write down a few quick impressions before it all oozes back out of our brain.
One speciality of the Tikis when we are on holiday - besides buying unneeded plush toys and going to conventions with people dressed as stormtroopers - is viewing wildlife that's lucky enough to still live in the wild. Not that we hate zoos, it's just, if you were, say, a jungle critter, you're probably prefer to live in a jungle than some jungle-esque environment a bunch of zookeepers created out of pasteboard.
So, 'twas on to the Everglades National Park. We started at Shark Valley, where we boarded the Gator tram (and, no, we're not quite sure why it's named after a shark when it's full of alligators), and then ventured through South Florida traffic to another corner of the park to go on a gator walk.
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One speciality of the Tikis when we are on holiday - besides buying unneeded plush toys and going to conventions with people dressed as stormtroopers - is viewing wildlife that's lucky enough to still live in the wild. Not that we hate zoos, it's just, if you were, say, a jungle critter, you're probably prefer to live in a jungle than some jungle-esque environment a bunch of zookeepers created out of pasteboard.
So, 'twas on to the Everglades National Park. We started at Shark Valley, where we boarded the Gator tram (and, no, we're not quite sure why it's named after a shark when it's full of alligators), and then ventured through South Florida traffic to another corner of the park to go on a gator walk.
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