The penguin experience was total insanity. You pay $21.50 per person to sit on bleachers among busloads of tourists, after dark, in the rain, waiting for the tiny penguins to emerge from the sea at 8:50 PM. No cameras allowed. By 9:15, the rain drove the busloads back to the souvenir shop. They missed the best part.
This photo was of a poster. Flashes and bright lights, of course, frighten the little critters. It was so dark, and the birds were so far away, they could have been anything. However, we stuck it out for an hour, and as we walked back to the car on boardwalks, we saw the little penguins waddling alongside us, separated by wire fencing -- as close as our dogs on their leashes. They were eight to ten inches high, peeping a little bit, but doggedly struggling up the hillside to find their burrows in the undergrowth. Sometimes, they'd shake like a dog after a bath, or scratch with their flipper/wings. Very cute. Meanwhile, the noisy busloads of tourists had retreated to the snack bar and souvenir shop. They missed the best part.