Zihuatanejo

My brain has melted. It feels good. No hurries, no worries. Just sun, sea and the mosquitos.

One other nite I saw on the beach my biggest free crocodile so far. It was around 150 cm tall, or maybe a bit more (around 8 months - 1 year of age). Looked very well fed, almost chubby. There must be plenty of fish in the sea. However the crocodiles usually spend their days at the river bank and go to the sea or to the beach just at the night. Maybe to catch some fish, maybe to catch some poor Sussi, maybe to just have a pleasant walk watching the stars and admiring the shadows of the palm trees on the strong moonlight. Just like the rest of us. (I have to keep in mind these crocodiles can grow until they are around 6 years old, 3 - 4 metres, before I develop too much sympathy for them. The crocodiles can also run really fast, at least on the double speed compared to good old slow-motion me. I guess they also can climb better to the palm trees if that turns out to be necessary.)

One day the waves were hitting my waste on the ankle-deep water and forced me to walk with them bringing a powerfull undertow pushing me around so I didn´t even dream of swimming. Especially when seing how the waves were behiving themselves a bit further from the beach, rising high and falling straight down with a crash. But in French S went with her blue swim fins. Me and the local kids watched her to disappear in the raging ocean. And the time went by.

After a long wait French S came back (thank God, I already thought she wouldn´t) looking like a deadly tired, scared bambi with her huge brown eyes full of fear. She trailed to the beach and threw away the swim fins. Ocean had almost pulled her to the open sea for good and she had been very impressed about the huge waves out there, already writing the last letter to her family. Not hard to believe. Concidering this and the crocodiles, I think the Pasific is not really my piece of cake. At least not on the beaches with big ocean waves and sneaky undertows.