Had the last of the 1st of two boxes of pancake mix--a decision was made to put a temporary moratorium on our breakfast treat to make sure it lasts through the anticipated tough last weeks.
Our seclusion is taking its toll. Talk has turned to girls and Conan has tried in his own way to fill the void by cutting out a picture of the girl pictured on the box that an air mattress came in. Her name is Monica and she is a good listener.
Spent most of day helping put up palm-thatch roof on the comedor. After work Joe and I decided to celebrate our nation´s Independence by dipping into our rum stock. Also, during the day Otobo announced that we were going on a hunt later for caiman crocodiles. We were excited but unsure if this promise was to be fulfilled--the day sounded too American too be true--drinking and hunting.
Sure enough, after darkness fell Otobo and Conan picked us up in the canoe and we see off in the darkness. Drunk with excitement (and a little rum), we used our headlamps to patrol the banks looking for the tell-tale sign of a croc--the diamond shaped reflective eyes. We spotted several and eventually we ventured close enough for Conan to throw the spear. The first time was a charm for him and he got one through the throat. Otobo quickly pulled it aboard and cut of the head.
We headed home pretty quickly to cook up the kill. The entrails were sampled by a not impressed me but all the other meat was great.
So with the substitutions of warm rum for cold beer and a spear and canoe for a pickup truck and a shotgun, we managed to bring a little bit of home to the middle of nowhere.
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Hey Brian,
It is Terry and Connie from the Lodge at Mindo. We headed out to Canoa the next day and had a great time. The Galapagos thing worked out and we got on a different boat so that was a relief. I have been reading through your blog for about an hour and it is awesome. Great stories for sure! Keep up the good work and if you are ever in California let me know.
terryblesso@gmail.com
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