Tag: Octopus

  • Poopie el Pulpo, Madre Viedja, Guatemala

    Poopie el Pulpo, Madre Viedja, Guatemala

    Pop on your togs as we say buenos dias to Poopie el Pulpo. But just a warning – this oversized octopus is armed and dangerously cute!

    The purple playboy takes pride of place in the pool of the exclusive Hotel Pazifico, in the Guatemalan tourist town of Madre Viedja.

    Named after the resort’s beloved founder, Salvador ‘Poopie’ Sanchez, this majestic mollusc straddles the line between hyperrealism and whimsical exuberance. There’s just something so fun about the way he waves his suckers in the air.

    I squid you not, this is one Big worth travelling to Central America for!

    Jumping into the pool is the only way to get up close and personal with Poopie, and that may present issues for our more squeamish readers. The resort has taken out the coveted award for Guatemala’s Poopiest Pool Water™ three years running, something the staff are understandably proud of.

    I think you’ll agree that a brief spell of gastroenteritis is a small price to pay for the opportunity to take a photo with a garishly-painted concrete octopus.

    A Kraken Good Time

    Located just metres from the golden shores of the Pacific Ocean – and a few minutes from Los Amigos del PescadorHotel Pazifico shows off the fun and flavour Guatemalans are famous for. There are waterslides and gardens full of statues, as well as a beachside restaurant with sublime views out over the water.

    The ceviche, I can confirm, is luscious. But you’d better go with the prawns, rather than the calamari – you don’t want to upset The Big Octopus.

    Whilst Pazifico’s rooms are a little run-down, they do all look out onto el Pulpo, so I guess it’s better than spending the night in a tent-acle – teehee!

    But the real ‘El Pulpo’ was Gustav, a German tourist who seemingly lives in the shallow end of the pool and is all hands whenever someone swims nearby. Despite guzzling bottle after bottle of Monte Carlo cerveza, this amphibious pleasure-seeker never once climbed out of the brine to use el baño.

    “There you go, Salvador,” Gustav giggled, as he wallowed in the browning pool water. “Looks like you’ve got that title wrapped up for another year!”

  • The Big Octopus, Surfers Paradise, QLD

    Ring-O, The Big Octopus, Surfers Paradise, Queensland, Australia

    Believe it or not! The Gold Coast is home to the largest octopus in the whole dang world! Ladies and jellyfish, please welcome Ring-O, starr of the glitter strip!

    The nine-metre-wide Big Octopus wiggled into Cavill Avenue, Surfers Paradise, in Octo-ber 2020, making a home for himself above the popular Ripley’s Believe It Or Not! odditorium. He was cephala-produced by local company Pico-Play, and I ink their work deserves a ten-tacle out of ten!

    It took 40 dedicated staff members more than four months to build the two-tonne tyrant. Ring-O was made from fabricated steel to help him ward off the harsh Queensland sun. Maybe they should’ve added a Big Bottle of Sunscreen to help him out!

    Unlike the deadly blue-ringed octopuses he’s modelled after, this handsome chap will only kill you with cuteness. Yes, Ring-O is a tenta-cool dude and doesn’t have a bad bone in his body…. or any bones at all, actually!

    Just look at him with his surfboard, ready to hit the waves and hang ten… or eight, in his case!

    Watch out! He’s armed and fabulous!

    Whilst his namesake, pop desperado Ringo Starr, may play the drums, this rock-topus prefers the guitar – the Big Guitar up the street, that is. Not surprisingly, this eight-legged legend is also mates with Bigfoot, who lives a short walk up the road (and an even shorter walk for Bigfoot, as his feet are so big!).

    And like many new Gold Coasters, the Big Octopus has family in Victoria. In Ring-O’s case, it’s the quirky Big Octopus in Lakes Entrance. And he has a half-cousin in Guatemala. I bet these octopods just eight being apart!

    Adults and squids alike enjoy taking a cheeky cephy with this marvellous mollusc. I’m a sucker for a photo op, so asked one of the famous Meter Maids to snap a photo of me with the slimy sweetheart. I tried to Act Naturally with Ring-O but was, of course, completely overcome by lust.

    “You octopi my every thought, will you cala-marry me?” I squirted, but Ring-O remained silent, forever waving his arms in the air. He may have three hearts but, sadly, none of them will ever beat for me.

    We’re o-fishi-ially over, Ring-O :'(

  • The Big Octopus, Lakes Entrance, Vic

    The Big Octopus, lakes Entrance, Victoria

    “The Big Octopus’s Garden”

    I’d like to be
    Right by the sea
    In the Big Octopus’s garden
    Wearing suede

    He’d let me in
    To see his collection
    Of shells and coral and even
    A model railway

    I’d ask my friends
    To come and see
    The Griffith’s Sea Shell Museum
    With me

    I’d like to dance
    Through Lakes Entrance
    To the Big Octopus’s garden
    Without my pants

    His cuddles have charms
    Because he has eight arms
    After admiring him for hours
    There’ll be romance

    Kissing his bulbous head
    Dreaming of being wed
    In the Big Octopus’s garden
    He really enchants

    We would sing
    And wave our limbs around
    Because we know
    That our love abounds

    I’d like to be
    A few hundred metres from the sea
    In the Big Octopus‘s garden
    My love won’t fade

    We would shout
    And wiggle our suckers about
    Our relationship has no lies
    Beneath the waves

    Oh what joy
    For this mollusc and boy
    Knowing we’re happy
    And we’re safe

    We would be so happy
    ‘pus and Biggie
    No one there to tell us
    That an oversized recreation of a cephalopod and a 38-year-old man can’t have a meaningful relationship

    I’d like to be
    Just over the Cunninghame Arm Foot Bridge from the sea
    In the Big Octopus‘s garden
    With my boo

    In the Big Octopus’s garden
    With my boo
    Unfortunately the Big Octopus
    Just did a poo