R succeeds in his mission to make Papa look silly.
R loves this one of Papa looking wild, a spitting lion fountain...
Some people dive in, some people do it inch by painful inch...
I specified that only pictures of me looking lean tanned and athletic were to be taken. R enjoyed taking some of the worst pictures ever of a butterball who he claims is me, and spent many happy hours gloating over them and snickering. I did some pretty heavy censoring and have published the bearable ones where most of me is hidden under water.
R pretends to crack an egg on my head much to B's delight.
B's delight, close-up.
A primate in the trees.
The skinnies dipping.
We went to Forest Parc - a place where wild climbing adventures are organised in trees. R&B were remarkably agile, for JC it was more of a challenge. The place was full of Dutch people, some of whom we felt were culturally ill-attuned in the rudeness department.
I flee R's attempt to make me believe there is a spider crawling on my head.
R carries on, JC displays admirable love and patience...
JC takes the management challenge in the over 12s section, inspired, encouraged and patiently directed by B.
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