"“You can swim here if you like,” said Yaró.
Deep within my memory, bells were ringing about tiny jungle parasites that find no greater pleasure than swimming straight up your plumbing and co-habiting your vital organs. Plus, there was of course the crocodile infestation and the world’s only freshwater sharks that lurked never far away.
“No thanks, I’ll just watch.” Besides, it was raining. A lot. But then this was the rainy season in Nicaragua."

Joe Cawley, River of Dreams, The Guardian, Sept 17, 2005