We’re camping. I mean really camping. I know, I know, how much real camping can you do with a laptop and internet access but play along. We hiked eight miles over some pretty tough terrain and twenty five pound backpacks to get here (I only fell three times). And here is awesome. I’ve been running around naked for two days eating coconuts that Andy opens with a knife after I bash it with a lava rock for a while. We brought our snorkels and masks and saw a bunch of eels, one the size of both your arms (well my arms) put together. Andy saw it strike at a big fish but miss. We’re somewhat unprepared as usual, but gaining more confidence in our Couple Versus Nature skills. I was ready to make a spear and go for some fish, but Andy put the nix on it saying that we would probably just maim something and feel bad.