Went back to Canada for a visit at the beginning of 95. As usual, I wanted to leave right away. Phoned my friend in Florida. He asked me if I wanted to go to Costa Rica. Sure, no problem. So, I flew down to Florida again. Then we flew to Costa Rica, and another friend of ours was coming from London. Costa Rica was nice, but it was no Jurrasic Park. Or maybe I wasn't in the right areas.
Leaving Costa Rica, last nite out.
My friend teaching my other friend the fine art of Scuba.
Me, feeding an iguana in a National Park.