Gary couldn't take the thought of missing the zip line experience, so he sucked back a container of extra-strength Cepacol and we went. (That was six hours ago and he still can't taste anything.)
Unfortunately, I have taken to signing my comments on the message board "Ellen and the Codger," so a number of times people have recognized him from the blog, or recognized me by my lemon earrings, pointed at him and screamed "Codger!" This is unfortunate, and unfair, since he scampered through the rainforest today like ... like ... some rainforest animal. (I'm on a time crunch, otherwise I would google.)
The rainforest tour description said I would have to be athletic enough to climb a 20 foot vertical ladder. Through the tour I kept my eye out for this intimidating ladder, and at the last zip line I said, "I don't know if I can climb the ladder, my legs are shaking."
"Oh that?" the guide said, "There's no ladder. It's just a test. We just need to know if people can physically take the tour."
More rainforest descriptions when I get back and can upload photos, but for right now suffice it to say that I got to the bottom and experimented, and there are no interactions between FTY720 and Red Stripe beer. I HAD A BEER. I hate beer, but this beer was pretty good.