Yesterday I posted a photograph that included a woman trying to get a fresh water hose away from the chomping jaws of a crocodile in La Manzanilla. The hose was her fresh water supply.
This is where the hose leads: to her home by the sea.
I must admit when I saw the place, I half expected to see the wreckage of The Minnow. That is what television from the 60s will do to your mind. And I could tell at a glance that the woman was neither Ginger nor Mary Ann.
What you cannot see in this photograph is that the same crocodile has beached itself right next to the woman's beachside cafe.
But that rather puts a different spin on this bucolic interlude.
This is where the hose leads: to her home by the sea.
I must admit when I saw the place, I half expected to see the wreckage of The Minnow. That is what television from the 60s will do to your mind. And I could tell at a glance that the woman was neither Ginger nor Mary Ann.
What you cannot see in this photograph is that the same crocodile has beached itself right next to the woman's beachside cafe.
But that rather puts a different spin on this bucolic interlude.
