These don't really fit together in a theme for a post but oh well. We saw a graffiti cactus at the top of Suicide Cliff with all sorts of names and messages scratched into it. We also saw a little skink sunning himself on a rock up there too. There were hundreds of butterflies floating around from flower to flower and playing tag amongst themselves, but none wanted to pose for a picture, so I settled for snapping one of this severed butterfly wing on the footpath. Tourists discarded this coconut drink into an ashtray, and the local ants just went crazy, eating and hauling off their fill of the sweet insides.
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