FRINEND OF THE FEARLESS
When a fellow gringo at Gina's yelled across the restaurant, “Hey Stookesberry, is this like your go-to destination now?" I didn't know what to say. I'm embarrassed that it took me 18 years of international kayaking to realize this exceptional place existed and then hop on the bandwagon many gringos have known about for decades. When I turned to reply, Gina came out of nowhere with a big hug. Better late than never.
On my first day in the country two and half years ago, we paddled on the river closest to
