Another American Adventure: The Swamp Water Cafe and Billie Swamp Safari

Thursday, May 30, 2013

The Swamp Water Cafe and Billie Swamp Safari

Lunch time and the nearest (only) place for miles around is the Swamp Water Cafe, so that is where we went! Casino attached to the cafe.

The cafe, a zoo of sorts, a camp, a safari ... greeting by a huge tortoise ...

Cattle and swamp ...

Kumquat pie (but we didn't have any) ... we had "Indian" tacos ...

This same guy in the shade with

Fenced walkway to view the reptiles. There was a caged panther that I couldn't look at (have a hard time looking at caged animals.)

Out to the airboat rides ...

... you have to wear earplugs, the engine is so loud!

Cabins for camp. Eric called this "Swamp Camp", as opposed to "Sea Camp" (where he went in 7th grade.)

3 comments:

AnonymousDecember 15, 2015 at 11:11 PM
Nice share! Thanks a lot for such a lovely blog posting this time around as well. At the Billie Swamp Safari park enjoy and experience the wonders of nature..Splash through the swamp and view native and exotic wildlife..
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AnonymousDecember 16, 2015 at 12:01 AM
Thanks for sharing such a wonderful post ! Lion Country Safari
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AnonymousDecember 16, 2015 at 12:02 AM
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