Yesterday i went kayaking through swamps in ometepe, nicaragua. i saw boas, cayman (small crocodiles), amazing birds, and more creepy crawlers than i ever wish to see again. well, more than i ever wish to have on me (and my kayak) again. at one point i got a little bit lost for awhile and ended up having to go through areas where i was brushing up against vines and bushes that shed hundreds of insects. i spent about an hour whapping away spiders (big ones and jumping (?!) ones, fire ants (these bites hurt), and a variety of others i’ve never even imagined existed. i love kayaking, but i’ve never in my life been so happy to be out of that thing. i’m not going into any “moral of the story” here - some stories are just stories and this is one of those. however, i will give this piece of advice: if you ever kayak through a swamp, wear bug spray, and lots of it.