Hammocks of the Azuero, Part 1

Apologies for the prolonged absence...I fully intend to make up for it, despite a lack of certain punctuation marks on this borrowed laptop (it beats the olde worlde internette shoppes though), with a thrilling article detailing my intrepid adventures around the Azuero Peninsula, on the Pacific Coast of Panama. Yes, I am back to my … Continue reading Hammocks of the Azuero, Part 1

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No Illusions, No Conclusions

Some days, I feel like a pioneer of love. Other days, I wonder why so many of us are left alive. I've been tussling with some very core ideas for a while now; who I am, what I want, and what I want to achieve. What it means for me to be on this planet. … Continue reading No Illusions, No Conclusions

What Happens when you Stop

Time to recline in a position of comfort to work on top-secret new novel and blog ideas. All I can say at this point: whimsical, hilarious, genuine, on-trend and ultimately paradigm-shifting: that's the standard of work you should start looking forward to.Definitely shouldn't log in to wifi as will end up trawling through rubbish for … Continue reading What Happens when you Stop

No-see-ums in Paradise

It's not all relaxing, you know. The water varies in depth over this lagoon, nicknamed the swimming pool, with some areas only two or three feet deep and others up to 20 feet. We've spotted at least one large turtle, plenty of rays, and one eagle ray which does its rounds around Bloodshot each evening. … Continue reading No-see-ums in Paradise

I like it Hot but Not This Hot

We sailed from Santa Marta to Puerto Velero fuelled by Jamie Oliver's delicious bacon-coated meatloaf (Recipe here especially for Jon ) and good conditions. More fruit juice for the local coastguard (I wonder if they are baffled by all these sailors enthusiastically pulling out the fruit juice for them; all because of one blogger's suggestion) … Continue reading I like it Hot but Not This Hot

The Fool We Are Right Now

"Colombia isn't as people say it is." This was Romero, our genial immigration officer. Lovely man. Smiling gratefully at him in our post-passage stupor, I let the excitement of yet more discovery bubble away inside me. We are in Santa Marta, a welcoming, vibrant city of half a million on the northern tip of Colombia … Continue reading The Fool We Are Right Now