|Today we played in the mud. People pay top dollar for a mud bath, so we wanted to take advantage of a free, copious supply. Always wary of crocs, we slopped down self-created mud slides. The day didn't end without a scare. While pulling the canoe through ankle deep water (with Jill sitting peacefully inside), I fell into a large sinkhole up to my waist. Mindful of the fact that crocs like to hang around these drop off points, I jumped out of there like a gazelle in heat. I must admit that I felt a little sick afterwards - being bitten or eaten is no joke.