This guy would just not leave my shoes alone. We hiked up and down the jungle ridges, and he wove in and out between my legs, and kept trying to chomp on my shoes every time I paused. He did demonstrate the fabled goat agility when crossing a river, bouncing from rock to rock and sprinting up the hillside, and then standing on top of the hill and baaing at us in triumph.
Like I say on my Flickr page – yeah, my socks are over my jeans. The ticks in Costa Rica could suck an oil tanker dry.
