I hear “yacht harbor” and think elegant buildings, fancy facilities, and perhaps a cravat or two, tied around the necks of pretentious men who call themselves “Captain” and yet still expect to be… Continue reading
Our first day in Puerto Lopez we met Winston Churchill on the beach. He’s a lean man with kind eyes, a ready smile, and a helluva sales pitch for whale watching tours, informative… Continue reading
Rudy is a fan of dawn departures, so as the sun rose we were pointed towards Colombia, engines humming, relentless and calm. The crossing would take a day and a half, most of… Continue reading
The Cartagena heat melted all my words, which ran down in an inky slide into the off-gray mattress, perplexing the mosquitoes along the way, but here I sit in Bogota, the next chapter… Continue reading
I guess in love with it is a good way to start a day. Turns out breakfast on the Andiamo was whatever you could rummage up by yourself, and I wrapped the sublime… Continue reading
Our lancha (small motorboat) to the Andiamo was called “Fliper 3” which is a darn good stab at dolphin homage. As the rest of us gathered our things and paid for our Kuna… Continue reading
The boat I am no longer on is slowing its pitch and roll in my head, so I guess I can try this typing thing now…but I may need to take a break… Continue reading
