"This one time, one of the guides was attacked by a Komodo dragon. He was leading a group on Rinka Island, and I guess he got too close to the burrow for the Komodo's comfort. It came after him, and his group ran away," our guide explained. "He got bitten around the ankle, but still managed to climb up a tree. His leg was dripping blood, and the dragon was waiting at the bottom of the tree, waiting for his dinner. Luckily some other guides came to his rescue and got him down. He was sent to the hospital in Bali, and spent two months there."
"Wow," Mira exclaimed."
"And who usually gets attacked? The guides or the tourists?" asked Papa with growing curiosity.
"The villagers." We had no idea there were villages on Rinka, we just assumed that the entire island was a protected area.
"Do the villagers have any local remedies for dragon bites?" I asked for my South East Asian health class.
"Yes," our guide answered, "they fly straight to the hospital in Bali."
Maya
"Wow," Mira exclaimed."
"And who usually gets attacked? The guides or the tourists?" asked Papa with growing curiosity.
"The villagers." We had no idea there were villages on Rinka, we just assumed that the entire island was a protected area.
"Do the villagers have any local remedies for dragon bites?" I asked for my South East Asian health class.
"Yes," our guide answered, "they fly straight to the hospital in Bali."
Maya
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