Another story from December. Enjoy!
As my previous blog shows, I took many pictures of the setting sun. In many cases the rising sun was just as stunning. I was just too sleepy to take pictures. I’m generally not a morning person….
The few pictures I took of the sun rising
One morning after watching the sunset with the two fishermen (still early in our expedition), we walked to the next lake. I wasn't used to the hours and the work and drowsily walked with the fishermen. We walked in single file along a path leading from the community to the lake.
Me walking slowly and taking pictures from behind the group
After about 15 minutes on the trail, I saw one fisherman pointing up and saying something. I looked up and tried to spot what he was pointing too, but I couldn't see it. He kept pointing up and even though I didn’t understand what he was saying I scanned the skies for what he was trying to show me. He then pointed down, and there lay a 2 m (~6 ft) freshwater crocodile. My heart skipped a beat and I rushed away from it (I'm glad I was too tired to yelp). The fishermen all began to laugh and I realized the large gash on the crocodile's head... it was dead. It had probably snuck up on a villager with a machete the night before. As I rushed away pale-faced, a fisherman stopped me and told me to take a picture.
Dead freshwater crocodile that almost gave me a heart attack
When it came up later (and it only came up a FEW times), I told them that the joke almost gave me a heart condition- which they thought was funny. The jokes continued until the end of our trip. My shoes were even nicknamed mouths of a crocodile as all the hiking caused the sole to peal from the rest of the shoe (to open like a mouth). And as we hiked, grass would collect in the "mouth" and my crocodile ate; when we walked through water, it drank.
To close their "mouths", I had to stich my shoes
All things considered, it was pretty funny...
Labels: 2011 Field Season