My only complaint, other than not being able to see any butterflies from that distance, was that this "friendly" guide propositioned a romantic interlude for later that evening while we were still in the air, strapped to one another. This approach gave “trapped” a whole new meaning, especially considering my life was literally in this guy’s hands. Luckily, he accepted my polite decline and sailed us safely to the beach where passers by waved to us from below and snapped our photo as we landed.
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Was this picture taken before or after the proposition?
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