Me: “That’s one way to keep people from swimming in the bay.”
Sailboat Captain: “No, we actually have a crocodile infestation problem here. Mi amigo Hernandez? He slipped and fell off the dock, and lost his left leg to one of them. Right over there.”
He points a few feet away from the sailboat I’ll be boarding in a minute, which is across from a narrow, slippery stretch of wood I’d hesitate to call a dock.
There’s nothing like international travel to remind you how much you value your limbs.