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Published: March 21st 2012
One photo of many I took of butterflies.
Day 2. It's stormy today, I woke up to the sound of rain. It was 9:30 and I thought that would be the end of my day, but I promised myself I'd try do something each day that i was here, so today, I had planned on going to Butterfly creek. I then had a shower, and got myself ready for the day. I ordered pancakes for breakfast, promising myself that I'd go and find a better place to have breakfast tomorrow. Expecting a long wait, I sat down and turned on the tv, all that was on was the news and early morning childrens shows. I left the tv on for backround noise while I organised myself, packing an umbrella, an extra jumper, some spare money for if I find some cute plush toy souveniers, a water bottle and my wallet.
When the employee walked in with my food, I sat down and asked for them to arrange my transportation to butterfly creek. He made sure it was done and called my room to say the taxi was waiting. I rushed to the foyer and hopped into the taxi. The drive wasn't too long, but the difference from yesterday's
My delicious flatte white!
ride was that not so many people were walking around, it was still raining and it kind of made me sleepy.
I arrived at butterfly creek and I walked up the rocky path, up a steep hill to a little hut at the top with a great big sign that said 'BUTTERLY CREEK' I took a deep breath, the air smelt weirder here and I could hear some kind of chirping, I couldnt quite put my finger on it. When I walked in, there was a man at the reception desk with a funny kind of hat and a bushy moustache. I congratulated him on it. I bought a super combo ticket for $14.50, which included a train ride around the place.
I forgot his name, but let's just call him Mr Moustache man. Well, Mr Moustache man led me around, first walking me through the butterfly room, we walked into a smaller room first, which made sure we had no butterflies on us, which I thought was silly because we hadn't even seen the butterflies yet, then into the main building. It was ridiculously warm in there. It was humid and it had a wooden walk way
This is Scar, he can be scary.
over some flowing water. Trees and plants with long branches stuck out everywhere and there were many other people who were led by other Mr Moustache looking men and women.
There were many different butterflies and I even saw some cacoons, sadly, no caterpillars were close to becoming butterflies. After I had a good look, we walked into another smaller room to be checked that we had no butterflies on us before we proceeded.
There were so many other attractions to look at, crocodiles, aligators, reptiles, another aquarium. I had already seen an aquarium yesterday, so Mr Moustache took me on a small train to the crocodile enclosure, on the way I saw feilds of grass, a little play ground, nice tropical trees and small stalls. Unfortuneatly no one was there, it was still raining. I got to the enclosure and there was this GIANT crocodile laying on a bank. It had to be atleast 4 metres long, and apparently it's name was Scar, it made me think of the Lion King. There was a crocodile handler in the enclosure showing the few people there what Scar could do. It was amazing to see this animal snap and chase after a piece of meat.
After the show, I told Mr Moustache man I was hungry and asked him where I could get some food whilst staying at Butterfly Creek. He directed me to their cafe. It was still cold and wet so I ordered a warm chocolate muffin and a flatte white. The cafe was called Altura and had a modern look to it, with the colour scheme of black and red. I sat alone reading the paper while Mr Moustache kept eyeing me to see whether I had finished so he could finish his tour. I didn't like this, I felt rushed, so I did rush to finish my lunch.
Mr Moustache man then led me to the reptile enclosure which kind of made me confused because I didn't think New Zealand was warm enough to have many reptiles, not enough to have an enclosure atleast. But when I arrived there, I could see it wasn't much of an enclosure. I was dissapointed, there was maybe 4 or 5 lizards kept behind a small window. I wasn't interested all that much, not nearly as much as the butterflies, but Mr Moustache man was still eyeing me, so I made sure I had a quick glance over the fact file on each lizard and told him I was ready to move on.
That concluded the end of my day at Butterfly Creek, I called for the hotel service taxi once again, I had the same driver. It took him longer this time to get me, maybe 45 minutes to an hour and when I got in the car, he still didn't look too happy to see me. After a good 30 minutes of silence and starring out the rain covered window of blurred scenery, I broke the silence and got the know the driver. His name is Stephen, he's 45 and has 2 children. How lovely.
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