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Some very brief background: Parrot Jungle debuted in Pinecrest, Florida, in 1936, but was bought out by the city in 2003. A new, better location was found, all the animals moved, and the whole place rebuilt on Watson Island in Miami. The result, an attraction with a great deal of history, but all-new infrastructure. Jungle Island The entrance to the two-story garage that serves as Jungle Island's parking lot. The murals are a nice touch. Honestly, we really didn't know what to expect from this place coming in, and were immediately struck by how much bigger it was then we'd thought. An adult ticket is $32.95, but an annual pass is only $10 more. The breezeway that leads to the entrance. Hey look, parrots! Really starting to be impressed, and we've only just walked in. Okay, where to first? I know, let's go right to the middle! The star of Jungle Island is their liger, Vulcan. A liger, of course, is the offspring of a male lion and a female tiger. Ligers are the world's largest cats. Vulcan weighs over 900lbs. (He only looks small here because I am in the photo.) He's not alone, though. he has a couple of tabby tigers to keep him company. "Dude, nobody came here for the tabby tigers." Okay, there are three different shows here, each in their own theater. Time to head to the first one via one of Jungle Island's crazy elevated walkways. Oops, got here a bit early. Let's go see what else is in the area. Jungle Island is very wheelchair friendly. In fact, with the exception of the stadium seats, I don't think there's a single stair in the whole place. But, like the nearby Miami Seaquarium, they don't take much advantage of their awesome views of the city. Ooh, a green albino alligator! Turkey jokes are no. This is a photo of a turtle. Apparently, there's some sort of beach/water play area, but it was closed off that day. Under the stadium is a reptile exhibit. (Which would explain why the stadium is called the serpentarium.) I'm not sure what Smisty is doing over there... ...but this guy sure didn't like it! I don't think I've ever seen an underwater viewing area for alligators. And now we all know why. Okay, time for the show: "The Wild Adventures of Doctor Wasabi." Check. Okay, so the first girl comes out, and says that she's not Doctor Wasabi, she's just an assistant. Then a second girl come out, but doesn't identify herself, and Doctor Wasabi is never mentioned or even obliquely referred to again. Basically, the show is just these two girls bringing different animals out and talking about them. Which is fine, really. At the very least, it gave me a good opportunity to take photos of animals not-in-cages or behind glass, so that was nice. Where it got weird, though, was when the two ladies went into an extended tirade about how women were better than men. It might not have been so bad if there had been a male performer to react--but, as it was, it was just...strange. Leaping lemurs! Then Smisty and some other people we don't care about got to hold a python. African penguins! They swim! It's a show! Too bad they didn't bring the orangutan out; then maybe I could have gotten a decent photo of it. Oh hey, maybe not! Nevermind! So, this is sad. And she's dead. SO WHY EVEN TELL ME ABOUT IT?? Well, hopefully she got thrown into a nice hole somewhere. Hmmm, that "petting barn" looks awful dark in there. Ah! It's an EVIL petting barn!!! I like the implications of this sign. Llama llama llama llama! Smisty is excited for #PostAGoatThursday ! Seeing its opportunity, this pig-thing goes straight for my crotch. Apparently, one of the VIP perks is getting to ride on a tortoise. Which is insane, but not why I'm showing you this. You know you suck when you get bucked by a tortoise. Down goes Frazier! Even the employees can't stop laughing. But don't worry, grandma, no one saw! Oh, wait.... Kangaroo petting is an upcharge. I have no idea why, and am slightly offended by it. But, again, that's not really my point. "Please do not throw anything at the animals"?! Time for lunch, which means walking by Flamingo Lake and right out of the park. Yes, given the opportunity to build a whole new park all at once, Jungle Island chose to make its guests exit through its only restaurant. Way to think outside the box, guys! You actually enter (er, exit) to the upper level, where there are historic Parrot Jungle photographs and displays. Parrot Jungle's founder. According to the folks over at Monkey Jungle, Franz was an acquaintance of Monkey Jungle's founder, Joseph DuMond. Tired of Franz's constant suggestions as to how Monkey Jungle should expand, Joseph reportedly told him to, "Go start your own jungle!" Hank, the Crocosaurus. Which I only just heard of two photos ago. There are gonna be ramps, aren't there? Though the food wasn't anything particularly special, I was impressed by the variety available. After lunch, you must exit the park, cross this courtyard, and go back in through the main entrance. (Hang on to those tickets, kids!) Here's a photo that won't win over any anti-animal-captivity folks: He's trying to chew his way out through the metal grate that he's hanging from! You go, little prairie dog! Wait, so...the only restaurant is at the exit, and the only gift shop is at the entrance? What the hell, Jungle Island? The Lemur Experience is some sort of special (upcharge) tour or something. I don't know. I just think it's weird that it's in the gift shop. But at this point, I don't even know why that should surprise me. Oh cool, they have liger merchandise! ...uh-oh.... Hi, Misty. The outside of the Parrot Bowl. The inside of the Parrot Bowl. This is really the only example, from any of the three shows, of an animal actually "performing." (Which is interesting, since the iconic thing from Parrot Jungle was a bird who rode a bicycle.) Next, they choose a volunteer from the audience to come down and get smacked in the face. Then the birds attack. According to Mr. Dude there, cassowaries are so dangerous that Jungle Island actually has the only one that performs in a show. Now, see if that idea raises any questions for you. Big finish! Adjacent to the Parrot Bowl is this aviary sort of thing. The Manu Encounter has limited hours, though, in the sense that it opens and closes on a schedule throughout the day. Now, you might think that a good time for it to be open is immediately after the bird show. But, obviously, you don't work at Jungle Island. After checking out some other stuff, we returned at the next available time. The terrible employee you see in this photo, sitting on his butt, playing with his cellphone, was five minutes late to open the thing up, though. Not that I'm bitter or anything. When the great parrot/spider-monkey war comes, what side will you be on? The Manu Encounter was actually really cool. I mean, it's like an aviary, but there are lizards and monkeys in it, too! I spent a lot of time trying to get all three critters in one photo. Try to be impressed. Fish are nice. [i'm not proud of that caption, but it's all I've got.] Unsurprisingly, Parrot Jungle Island also has lots of birds. I'm not sure why, but I really like the little photo of Truman next to this bird. Parrots do not like Coca-Cola. Lorikeet feeding. Smisty refused to even go in, still scarred from her experience at Parrot Mountain. Actually, this whole area reminded me a lot of Parrot Mountain. Minus the Jesus statues, of course. Art! Not a bird! Hey, it's one of those trees! Yes, I am fat. But look at this sprinkler! The Rare Plant Nursery appears to be an attempt to turn a backstage-area-that-you-have-to-have-anyway into an attraction. But it might work better if the plants were...oh, I don't know...labeled? "If you want to go to either of these two things, we can't help you." I've come to the conclusion that Jungle Island's visitors HATE ANIMALS. Look, turtles! Quick, give me something to throw at them! Our last show is Tale of the Tiger. (Er, Wild Encounters?) And it involves bringing animals out and showing them to you. Ooh, I found OUR section! So, the show starts with some slutty-looking chicks coming out and playing the drums. So that's pretty awesome. But I know that what you really want to see is pussy. Everyone's a critic. Captions aren't easy, you know! This was really lame. Lamer even than my captions. She brings out a real skunk, but has a water-sprayer hidden underneath and pretends to "skunk-spray" the audience. Apparently, dressing slutty *is* very helpful when working with big cats. Gibbons are very well-mannered. And then they start hawking photos. This photo cost me $60. I wish I was kidding. It's nice, though, isn't it? Please tell me it's nice. Goodbye, Tiger Theater! Goodbye, Flamingo Lake! And goodbye, Jungle Island! You were different from what we were expecting, but we had fun!

^ Well, yes, he was supposed to. An audition was done, but I've no idea if that recording survives. Presumably, Billy West's version of Zapp is similar, or perhaps even a tribute in some way to what Phil did. At the very least, it sounds like like they both did a "50% Captain Kirk, 50% actual William Shatner" sort of thing with it. Fry's first name is "Philip" in tribute to Phil Hartman, by the way.

Close, but not quite. You're thinking of Phil Hartman, who is in Under New Management, and was supposed to play Zapp, but died before any actual recording. So Billy West ended up playing Zapp (as well as Fry, Zoidberg, and the Professor), but is not in Under New Management, to my knowledge. /Futurama nerd.

Same. I liked it the first time I played it. But I'm a bit upset that they removed all the sand from the sand traps. They're also weirdly insistent on telling you how to play on it, to the degree that employees will come up and correct you if you insist on playing the ball where it lies or going over 6 strokes (for example).

Hooray! Under New Management's only good part was the first few seconds, when they played the old version, just to rub it in that you could have been enjoying yourself if you were watching the old show. Then came the screeching. Good news, indeed!

Hey, why didn't I start this thread?! As STR8FXXXINEDGE mentioned, it can be surprisingly difficult to find new and interesting mini golf courses ahead of time when traveling to a new area. I do also want to endorse Hillbilly Golf in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. And though it's sort of the opposite of "old and funky," I think WDW's Winter Summerland might be the best/most interesting mini golf in Central Florida. I've been to a few mini golf places in other areas of the country, but can't really think of any that stick out as especially awesome. But that might be because I just end up at whatever one I stumble across. Hopefully, this thread will help next time! /Ice cream thread?

Went to Busch Gardens Tampa yesterday. Lots of Cheetah Hunt testing. Yes, it looks slow. But I'm kind of okay with that since I hate the restraints so much. Forgive me if these photos don't offer much new. I've actually kind of been staying away from this thread. But I assume that more Cheetah Hunt photos are always welcome. They've done a really good job updating the look of the old Sky Ride/Monorail building, in my opinion. Some trains have been completed with cheetah decals, while others haven't been yet. Good ol' Intamin. I've never seen such hip, cool-looking water dummies before. Pretty easy to get photos now. The last element. Love the banners, love the supports, love the color scheme. It's just a gorgeous ride. And...I'll end there.

I don't think that's it. Top Thrill Dragster has lapbars, and Kingda Ka has over-the-shoulder-restraints. Enough people prefer the lapbars that they chose Dragster over Ka. Yes, that's a big gap. But there are some (including me) to whom restraints are a really big deal.

With respect, Cameron, I think you're contradicting yourself. Cedar Point is the poster boy for changing to stay relevant, and have become very generic as a result of that. Indiana Beach is taking heat for changing/removing good things that people like. And people are right to complain about it, in my view. When I tell people about Indiana Beach, "the swings that go out over the water" are one of the first things I mention. I seriously doubt that "the swings that were plopped down in a parking lot" will be very high on my sales pitch list. Will this ropes course be cool? Sure, probably. But it'd be a whole lot cooler is we didn't have to give up so much in exchange for it. What, Indiana Beach ran out of water to go out over?

Pretty sure I say this every year, but Millennium Force sure does well for a coaster that so many people complain about seeing in top 10 lists, and is frequently the first coaster mentioned when somewhat brings up "overrated" rides. And this year, it even went up a couple of spots.

I agree with everything you just said. Prepare for construction updates!

I know that these ropes courses have their fans around here, but the swings no longer over the water? That's like moving Space Mountain outdoors.

It was a 1/4lb premium beef dog (step 1), with spicy jalapeno hula sauce (step 2), pineapple fruit sauce (step 3), and mango mustard (step 4). They also have lemonade that they squeeze when you order it, which was quite tasty, as well.

This photo is truly dreadful. I'm glad Adam is dead.

[Edit: Unfortunately, the physical Hula Dog (or, as it was later know, "Kona Dog") building has closed. However, they now apparently have a food truck!? -Erik] When it comes to food, I think it's safe to say that I'm a bit more "Oddventurous" than Smisty. So I ended up going to this next place by myself.... Hula Dog Located on I-Drive, near Wet 'n Wild, beneath a giant billboard advertising McDonald's (natch), Hula Dog offers "authentic Hawaiian-style hot dogs." I've never actually been to Hawaii, so I'm in no position to judge their authenticity. But Hula Dog was opened about three months ago by a guy who was stationed in Hawaii and apparently really liked their hot dogs. Help me, magic surf board! How does this work?? Below this are more boring ingredients you can get if you prefer your hot dogs a bit less Hawaiian. But what fun would that be? Ta-da! The bread is very soft, and pretty much covers the entire dog. What you see here cost me about $7.50. If I have a complaint, it's that the hours are a bit unpredictable. (I can't stand when a place is closed between "lunch" and "dinner.") But I guess you have to kind of expect that when it's just a couple of guys bootstrapping a new business and trying to do everything themselves. And, in any case, the hot dogs are really good! I don't get it.

Obviously, I don't want to give these people any money. On the other hand, I'm even less interested in going there (or, really, anywhere) on special free day. But I do want to see it--both from a completest standpoint, and out of morbid curiosity. If I am going to do it though, I want to make sure that it's epic. So the team-up idea seems like a good way to help justify it. Smisty and Bryan are on board, but no word from Adam yet.

Now there is an attraction worthy of a true Erik & Smisty, Bryan & Adam Orlando All-Stars team-up! What do you say, guys?

Church?

Yes, but you see, I have already done it...WITH BRYAN!

^^ Good, noncommittal answer. I hate Titanic. Let's go to SeaWorld.

Well, I'm no math wizard, but I'm pretty sure that 5000.33333% less of anything greater than zero is still something, and 250% more of zero is still nothing. So that should work out fine, since I still have two more Bryan-oriented updates waiting in the wings! (Including one that will change the way you view athletic competition forever.) Still, we should definitely hang out. How do you feel about The Titanic?

One of Smisty's stated life-goals is to visit every Ripley's Believe It or Not Odditorium/Museum in the world. Of course, we've already shown you the one in St. Augustine earlier in this thread, and the one in Gatlinburg in the old Smoky Mountain thread. (And we still have one in Key West to show you as well.) But we actually visited the one in Orlando early last year--I've just been sitting on the photos because they seemed to be missing something. But what? And then it hit me! What we needed was someone who hates Ripley's museums to really put this report over the top. And that person is freshly-returned-to-Orlando TPR celebrity Bryan Stoll! He and I visited just last week, but through some photographic wizardry, I intend to convince you that all three of us hung out together on the same day. (Actually, that's just the cover story. The sad truth of that matter is that Bryan emailed me a bunch of photos of himself visiting Ripley's and asked me to make it look like he was hanging out with us. I guess Adam was busy. But that's just between you and me, kind reader.) Believe It or Not! Oh, crap! What happened?? I hope they're still open! Oh, right...theming. "I am a horse made out of horseshoes. Which is so lame that you don't even have to pay to get in to see me!" This is actually the first Ripley's we've visited that was all one level. Bryan, no! That's his dingus! Meanwhile, Smisty is buying tickets. AT THE EXACT SAME TIME that Bryan was being perverted. I have two cameras. "Hello. I am dead." That was really stupid, but it made me laugh when I typed it. This entire portrait was created using nothing but nail polish! Which I found really impressive until "Ripley's-hater" Bryan pointed out that nail polish is really just a type of paint. This is, like, some stuff. I dunno, I guess it was unbelievable or something. Here we see Bryan falling for the oldest trick in Ripley's book: Hey, make silly faces in front of this "mirror!" Smisty points out the penis sheaths while making a face that I now have to somehow come up with a funny caption for. "Hey, is that your penis sheath, or did a Jaragua Lizard shed its skin? Bwa-ha-ha-ha!" Effing holograms, how do they work? Wall-E, made out of trash. Which is actually kind of appropriate. Because he's, like, a trash robot. Okay. Uh-oh, this trick gate isn't gonna make Bryan like Ripley's any better. No, no, that's a good look for you. NOTHING IMPRESSES BRYAN Meanwhile, my brain is reciting: "Now old Sam had two rules when he played pool. This first: You always bet all your money. And the second: Sam always got the first shot." The standard man-hanging-by-his-nipples exhibit. Bryan and I really bonded over this skull, and we are now best friends. (I actually wanted to call it a "bro-mance," but Bryan said no.) The beauty and frustration of Ripley's is that it can in no way be considered educational, because anything and everything there might simply be fake. "Believe It or Not! We Don't Care!" Bryan refused to pose with the world's fattest man. I am not sure why. So this is, like, The Terminator. But he has a a bunch of other pop culture icons on him. Or something. Okay, I really have no idea what's going on here. Bryan thinks this is fake. But I say it's clearly made from ver. The Last Supper, made entirely from pocket lint. Which I found really impressive until Bryan pointed out that lint is really just a kind of thread. Some Star Wars crap, a tiny rhino, and a porn star or something--ALL MADE FROM HUMAN SALIVA!!! Droid crotch!!! ("Hey dude, I think we found your penis sheath.") "I would really rather not be next to the crotch droid." At least try to look scared for the photo, Smisty. "Nope, I'm not falling for that. I know a two-way mirror when I see one. And I'm only seven." "Now that you realize what a fool we've made you look like, come give us money to make a fake photo of you. You can trust us this time, honest." Um.... That's actually really believable. Ripley's, you have failed me! Now that I've seen a man shove a snake up his nose, none of this stuff bothers me. "If you've come this far, maybe you're willing to come a little further." We were all there at the same time. Robert Wardlow was so tall, he could only be measured in bed pans. (Yet he was still shorter than a single Goodyear tire!) "I am a horse made out of human shoes. I am worthy of being indoors." Dogs are weird. What could be scarier than a little kid with a rifle? "Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless." This is Misty's passionate face. We sleep in the dark. This guy really went to a lot of trouble to draw attention to his nipples. And this is Bryan's passionate face. Or so he says. I would not know. WHAT ARE YOU ACCUSING ME OF??? Spinning tunnel is spinny. My passionate face. What can I say? I get excited by deformed souvenirs. Well, that's it for Ripley's Believe It Or Not in Orlando. For more big time Florida fun, make sure to check out The Bryan and Adam Show Thread at http://www.themeparkreview.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=2&t=45969

I like Mellow Mushroom, as well. But please tell me that you went to the Georgia Aquarium! Rock City...?

No idea if there's any chance of a future for this ride or not, but I'm so glad that Misty and I finally went down and rode it this year. I really would have been kicking myself now if we'd missed it. It was, as others have said, really quite good. Our TR from January, if anyone is interested and missed it: Boomers & The Dania Beach Hurricane

Now that you mention it, yes. Right, forgot to mention that it was so dark by the end that Misty hit her ball lightly down the green and it disappeared.