Wesley offers his hand in friendship to a local resident.We recently took a safari up Jamaica's longest river, the Black River. So named because of the darkness of the river bed that has been lined with thick layers of decomposing vegetation.
Our family was greeted by more than a few "friendly Jamaican" crocs on our ride. The tour guide coaxed them with chicken parts and a whistle call that mimiced a local bird. Margaret, the crocodile shown here, was found sunning herself on the bank; her mouth wide open not to catch prey but to cool herself as crocs don't have sweat glands. Although we were invited to swim with the crocodiles (seriously) no one was feeling quite that adventurous that day.
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