Yesterday we went out in a tiny boat with 3 crazy crock wrestlers in the middle of the night.
We shone flashlights until we could see red eyes reflecting. And when we did the crock wrestlers went out into the water and tried to tackle live crocks an drag them in to our boat. We spotted several but only caught one which was a toddler crocodile. It’s was cool though. We got to hold it. Those are not my feminine fingers, but LK’s.
At one point the crock hunter spotted a 6-footer and jumped into the swamp. I really felt like a part of their crazy little clan when he shouted at me, “grab this!!!!” And he forcefully handed me his cigarettes. I successfully grabbed them and he was off to put a crock in a rear naked choke as I looked on with a beer in hand. I was tempted to smoke one of his cigarettes too. That’s how tough I was feeling.
Today we went into jungle caves while floating on inner tubes, zip lined through the jungle, visit the zoo. But the highlight of my day was eating live termites straight from a termite nest. It seemed to be the cool thing to do at the moment and so I did and in no way am I feeling embarrassed.
More pics later. I’m dirty an I’m beat.
Here’s a sunset shot from a boat in the middle of the Caribbean.
Asserting that all people are photogenic, since 2000.