The boat driver was as salty as the river and told us of a recent “episode” where a local woman became a “croc-tale” after walking the beach late one night a little tipsy and was snatched by a crocodile. He found and identified the crocodile the next morning because some of her body parts remained visible in its jaw. He was pissed because officials shot the croc to open it up and make sure it was the one who had eaten the woman – when, as he said, “for godsake, we already knew it was the one.” Then he went on to rant about how hard it is for a baby croc to survive in the wild and that “it was a sin to kill one if they survive to adulthood…the women was drunk for godsake”…and so began our nature talk.
