Over the Christmas holidays, we had the pleasure of hosting Jeremy’s parents and youngest brother for a couple of weeks. One of those weeks we spent in Durbin at the beach. It’s still hard for my Northern Hemisphere mind to wrap itself around a beach holiday during Christmas, but it’s what you do here in S. Africa. I’m happy to oblige, but it’s still just so weird.
One day we went to a cultural show / reptile farm. I’ve had a few encounters with snakes, but I’ve never been one to want to hold one. Our guide was so great and informative that we just went with his offer to hold a snake. I must have been out of my mind to trust a stranger to tell me it would be fine for my kids to hold a snake, a big snake.
No one got bit or constricted, but let’s not ever do that again.