I was in Costa Rica at a tourist spot they call crocodile bridge.
You stand on the side of the road at a bridge and look down into a river and there are a lot of crocodiles down there.
I saw prob 50-75.
Some guy who was there at the same time lost his hat in a gust of wind and it fell down to where the Crocs were.
When that hat hit, the water came alive and it became apparent the majority of the Crocks weren't visible. Musta been 200+ down there.
I had to pull up. That action was too tuff.
My wife and I were in San Jaun and asked the concierge for directions to the rain forest. As she was explaining a beautiful ride along the coast she casually mentioned that when we get to the three way stop sign in some little town I can’t remember be sure not to stop to close behind any car. Because the local crocodile’s will rob you at gun point. I didn’t stop at a single stop sign the entire trip.
Between that and the third worst guide I’ve ever chartered I don’t see returning to that shit hole anytime soon.