If there's one thing I've learned from jungle travel, it's don't open your door in the middle of the night to a knocking monkey.
Sure, it's all fun and games til someone gets bit in the head.
That gentleman there, the one that keeps falling out of his kayak, the one with the midwestern pigmentation...
Boasting and full of bravado at 9:45 a.m. : Oh hell yeah! I just got out of a riptide. Reality setting in a 11:45 p.m.: Oh hell! I got caught in a riptide and it just came out of no where! Knees knocking.
Grab it! Yeah, I think it bites, but I'm pretty sure it's not poisonous.
Humor aside, it was an amazing week in a beautiful country with beautiful people. Amo Mexico.
Donna Stewart is a freelance writer, researcher and author of Yoga Mama's Buddha Sandals: Mayans, Zapatistas and Silly Little White Girls.
