I don't see it as tragic. He did what he wanted. Played the game, took risks and got away with it for a good long time.
Lions and tigers and bears, oh my. The more time you spend in their zone, the greater the chance you'll get eaten, stomped, gored or just plain tore up. Crocs and sharks too.
I read about that - the locals won't go near that river because of the crocs. And he knew it.
If there's a tragic side to the story, it's that he let himself get sucked into playing the game by someone else's (an American filmmaker perhaps?) rules, which likely contributed to his demise.
But that too, was his choice.
Last edited by dwh; 07-20-2012 at 04:02 PM.
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