Santa Catalina is a fishing village circled by real estate sharks. There is already blood in the water and so it is only a matter of time before the feeding frenzy begins in earnest.
But right now you can still meet a surfer from Devon there who attended the same boarding school as Winston Churchill yet [...]
The news is…. I have a job!
I am managing a hostel in Santa Catalina. The Blue Zone is a laid back surfer hang out that comes complete with a charming house with an ocean view, a slightly crazy dog and a definitively crazy cat. It the slow season and the regular manager is taking some [...]
Small village life.
Two hours on the bus to the nearest grocery store. No internet to speak of, no phone, no post.
On the other hand, there is the sunset over the Pacific ocean. Whales, dolphins, turtles. Surf. Clams on the beach. Fried fish. Rainy season thunder storms. Endless star gazing.
I going to be taking time* out in Santa Catalina on the Pacific side of Panama to do more dive training in the Coiba Marine Park.
* …’time’ here referring to maybe six months or so…
Big cities exert a strange fascination and I’m glad to have a chance to get to know Mexico City a bit.
My excuse for an extended stay in the D.F. is provided by David, an old friend from Sydney, who is meeting me here in the metropolis as the starting point for a couple of weeks [...]
After days of cycling on zig-zag coastal cliff highway, the Golden Gate flickers through the fog like a phantom mirage.
Also tagged california, magic, san franciscoI start to develop the urge to arrive in San Francisco when there is still 400 miles, or so, to go. I ride along the glorious coastline, in and out of giant redwood forest, but I am driven forward by an urge I can’t quite put my finger on.
However, my relentless advance doesn’t stop me [...]
I set off from Jedediah Smith and turn not west towards the coast but east to find a gravel road that will take me back to the coast, through the forest, popping out on Highway 101 slightly south of Crescent City.
The road meanders through ancient redwoods and I ride with awe in my heart. The [...]
I was planning to ride to a state park in Brookings just north of the California state line for the ease and convenience of the hiker/biker camp but I have mixed feelings about it. The last two nights I have camped in hiker/biker camps, first at Cape Argo and then at Humbug Mountain, with the [...]
Also tagged a place to stay, camping, oregonThe weather has been beautiful as I’ve ridden down the coast – balmy, warm days cooling down slightly in the evening when the sun sets. I have been blessed with an unusually warm dry summer which is drifting gently into a warm dry autumn.
I exist in a total media blackout, paying not the slightest heed [...]