the path to the beach As I write this I am leaning against a pole on a small beach soaking up her energy to replenish mine. Based on people, I could esasily spend many years at Pryecto Asis… if only I could pick them all up and plunk them down right here. The white edged…
HazMat incidents for one… all I’m saying is that chemical warfare on the face is cruel & unusual punishment. I switched airlines in Denver which is where my checked luggage ended its journey for a while. I could picture it sitting on the tarmac all forlorn, watching me fly away. Oh yeah, first time they’ve ever lost…
I think that I should have started this last year when the concept was morphing from 2 weeks in Panama to 6 weeks in Costa Rica but crone time is a speeding bullet and often it is all I can do is to hang o, close my eyes and hope for the best. In my…
Kerry & I had just finished an adrenilin-pumping adventure at Cave’s Branch in Belize and were sitting in the bus depot at Hopkins waiting for the Placencia bus. It was freaking hot -shirt-soaking, humidity hot with no air-con within miles. The depot was little more than a slab of tin to keep the sun off…
Travelling Crone 