Anyway, Tom and I were walking down a dirt road south of San Pedro that runs by a lake. We knew there were probably crocodiles in the vicinity because a sign was posted that said "It is a crime to feed the crocodiles." As we walked along there were a lot of crocodile-looking things in the water, but just about anything can look like a crocodile if you're looking for crocodiles.
About 15 feet from the shoreline--which was exactly about 15 feet from where we were--one of the logs blinked! Dear Lord! There it was. An "American crocodile" about ten feet long just lying there looking at me like I was an afternoon snack. How demeaning! I mean, like I'm a piece of meat, which I suppose I am to a crocodile. I find out later they can run 35 miles per hour for short bursts. I'm pretty sure 15 feet is a short burst.
Tom started waving to tourists passing by and pretty soon there were about five golf carts lined up. One young mom with three little kids said she didn't exactly feel like the mother of the year as her children were walking toward the shore line. That was before we knew about the short burst phenomenon.
Shelley has now told Tom seven times that he is not to walk/carry me near the crocodiles. I guess he finally gets it. I figure I can run about three miles per hour for short bursts, but that's pushing it, so Shelley is probably right . . . again.
Y'all come down, now. You're gonna love Belize.
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ReplyDeleteSeriously, keep writing... I was disappointed yesterday when I didn't have a new story to read. Has Bella gotten in on the Island poker/pub crawl?
I am very curious about how that works,and if the "old Islander's " allow "newbies"????