Sorry for the Group Email

Massages don’t get more relaxing than when they involve 40-degree heat, two tree branches, and a large Russian to hit you with them. Read on to see how many bones we broke.

Less relaxing afternoon activity, more death-defying white-knuckle ride at the mercy of a pack of dogs that just might change their minds and savage you at any moment. Read on to find out if we needed to trouble our insurance agency. Not that it would have helped.

It makes good sense to take a few precautions. Not being able to predict whether I’ll be eaten by a crocodile or murdered by a macaque, my wife and I have spent the last few months having money pulled through our noses for travel vaccinations. Read on to see which ones we had, how much they cost, and how much they hurt.