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.
Sorry - I couldn't resist.
Posted by: Catherine | January 31, 2008 at 01:50 AM
So, you're still not outsourcing your Googling?
Posted by: sgazzetti | January 31, 2008 at 02:03 PM
To me, the Codger is no longer the Codger. He is Gary, Tarzan of Jamaica.
It was fabulous sharing an excursion with you both!
Posted by: Kate | February 01, 2008 at 07:05 PM
Catherine - He wants now to be called "SuperCodger."
sgazzetti - Huh? Pity me, I have a cold. What?
Kate - He refers to you as "Your funny friend from the excursion." I will think of you every time I take Cepacol. (Yes, go dirty.)
Posted by: TheQueen | February 03, 2008 at 01:31 AM