Interstellar Penguins

As the Gorse Fox performed his hunter-gatherer role this morning he headed down past the temporary bar (in use whilst the main pool is being refurbished). At the bar were a collection of the pasty-faced new arrivals receiving their "Welcome Meeting" (which is, of course, a euphemism for sales pitch). The Gorse Fox only caught a few words of the strangulated vocabulary that was bestowed upon the throng in classic "Estuary English", but it caused him to grin from ear to ear.

The bit he missed probably started:

"Hello, my name is Tracy and I am you Rep. for this week. I'd like to tell you about some of the things you must see while you are on the Island"

At this point she probably talked about the clubs and bars in Las Americas, the shoe shops where you can buy white stilettos, and stalls where you can buy "Burberry" towels for the beach. Then she probably started talking about the excursions (car boot sales, Lakeside etc) before mentioning Puerto de la Cruz and the "Loro Park". This is when the Gorse Fox wandered by and heard...
"...and of course you must visit the planetarium, where you can see the penguins in their natural environment"

GF is not sure how he can add to that. Having just finished the book recounting the tales of Nobel Prize winner, Richard Feynman(*), he is still grappling with his own ignorance, he cannot adequately start to cope with that of others.

(*) "Surely you're joking Mr. Feynman! The adventures of a curious charatcter" is one of the best reads the Gorse Fox has enjoyed in a long time. It's a series of tales from the life of a brilliant physicist, mischief maker, safe-cracker, musician, artist and mathematician. Don't just sit there. Go read it.