Monday, 27 June 2011

Walk the dinosaur

After promising Berry at least 38 times that the fibreglass dinosaurs weren't real, had never been real and couldn't become real, we headed to Gartenschau Kaiserslautern for a day in the sun after a week of rain.

Unlike their dinosaur-encyclopedia-reading cousins, our kids aren't real big on the nitty-gritty of prehistoric life, so there was a fair bit of joyous quadruped-climbing before we found the German sign that said (of course) Don't Ride The Dinosaurs.

The kids had their favourites – Triceratops and Seismosaurus – but mine by far and away was this guy:

Just, you know, stalking the rear carpark and the warehouse on his day off.

Urban dinosaurs. Now that's a park I'd like to see.

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  1. Carpark guy actually looks like Janitorsaurus - as though he's just reaching for his broom which is leaning up against the wall there. "If these flipping Dimetrodons mess on the patio one more time ..."

  2. He *does* look long-suffering, and a bit weary.

  3. my boys would love this park! boo to the sign about no riding the dinosaurs! what fun is that?