On particularly "iffy" river crossings, like this one with nearby patches of deep, murky water, Honorata and I would both stand for a while on the water's edge trying to spot crocodiles. Then, once it seemed clear, Honorata would send me in first to carry the gear across in a process that took several trips, while she stood watch with the camera secretly hoping for the "money shot" in the event of a croc attack that could reap her millions from U.S television stations.
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