It's Monday 23rd April and I've lost a day. I really have no idea where it went or what we did. All I do know is that there is no photographic evidence that this day ever existed. Now, this either means (a) I slept through a whole day - and I'm pretty sure I'm not that lazy, (b) someone or someones of unknown origin and ethnicity stole not just the day but my memory of it too - we are in Australia after all...nuff said, or (c) we did bugger all and thus is became a non day which has been wiped from my long term storage - I am a man of finite capacity and have better things to do with my head than store fluff about nothing. I do know that it was by or before this point we had our (mis)adventure's with Australian ADSL. Running a business where you pay yourself is all well and good, but 4 weeks of not working and therefore no pay is not so well and good. Hence renting a house with ADSL. I could do some work, keep in touch and we could write this blog on time and not a few (approx 4 weeks - I've been busy!) late. Oh, and make sure everything and everyone got paid at month end. The problem was the small print, or in this case the 'not quite mentioned at all on the internet page' print. Bring your own router. Bring your own router??? What sort of crap is that?!?!?!!?? (Deep breath, Mark, picture a flower, a pretty flower...). So we went and bought a router, plugged it in to the socket that said ADSL and....nothing. Turns out that there are two phone lines and only one has ADSL. Plugged it into the correct socket and ...nothing. The router couldn't even detect a signal let alone negotiate a trickle of speed. After this things went downhill fast and, suffice to say, we took the router back for a full refund and resigned ourselves to Internet cafes. If I'd bought some WEP hacking tools with me we'd have been fine as I could have cracked open a nearby wireless network and sneaked a connection but that's not something you think of when going on holiday; clothes, sun cream, book, WEP hack tools, iPod...
Anyway, we set off for the city and it's joys, the rest of the family (including child of mine) headed for the Zoo. We cafe'ed, we banked, we too went to the Zoo. You get to the Zoo via a ferry by the Swan Tower
which is where the old set of bells from the Church of St Clements in London now reside. Sometimes they ding them too. Or dong them. Sometimes they ding and dong - but only on really special occasions.The zoo is really good and I could write tons about it but instead I shall just pick out some favourite bits and hopefully whet your appetite so you'll go too. The penguins are cute, the birds are weird and the alligator is huge. Massively huge. (That's the wetlands done). The Bush walk is cool if you like Kangeroo's like this one -
and want to get really close to them (she was refusing to take her medicine in this shot - not so dumb after all) and the gibbons were acrobatic and aerobatic all at the same time which takes some doing and I think it is a trait that is sorely lost by us stick on the ground human apes. The elephants were elephant shaped, the koala's were awake (which is something of a miracle) and the orangutans are, without a doubt, the most lovable relatives we have. 
This baby was out for a bit and so cute, clambering all over his climbing frame. They've built a huge playground with activities for the orangutans and they seemed as happy and content as any animal could when it's stuck in an enclosure and gawped at by hairless pink apes all day. After that we saw more monkeys, meercats, painted dogs, lions, giraffes, rhino's and a giant turtle which Inga refused to spread her legs for... 
...some excuse about wearing a skirt. She's such a party pooper at times :-)So, we spent a good few hours touring the zoo and, when we were zoo'd out, we headed once again for our home in the suberbs to rest our weary heads and prepare ourselves for the next day's adventures.
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