There is apparently one big crocodile who lives down the river a little bit… There’s a sign that says swim at your own risk. I’ve opted out of swimming…
Crocs melt. I tried to wear it to make it go back to its normal shape but it was too fargone. RIP.
Click on this picture to see up close! They’re really ugly.
At Cabo Blanco there were a million of them EVERYWHERE and Dr. Lindquist’s husband Marcelo was an experienced hermit crab shell-taker-offer.
Things are good…I can’t believe I’ll be home Saturday! While this has been a fantastic experience (mostly the language and culture part… rainforest not-so-much) I am really looking forward to being home. This adventure is fun and all, but I’m missing sweet North Carolina summer….