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…
I have spent the last three or four weeks watching the sea. The rise and fall of the tides; an endless ebb and flow. A constantly shifting surface comprised of liquid light and the sky, stirred by random eddies and hidden currents.
It has put me in a reflective state of mind.
I wonder why I am [...]
Bocas del Toros can only be described with a slew of tourist brocheure cliches.
A group of interlinking islands surrounded tropical beaches fringed by swaying coconut palms, monkeys, sloths and birds above in the forest canopy. The echoing throbbing roar of a distant troupe of howler monkeys.
Fingers of light and shadow shoot across the sky as [...]
I’m still alive and well on Little Corn Island off the coast of Nicaragua and I’ve been discovering the endless mysteries of the ocean – diving with hammerheads, eagle rays, giant turtles and a myriad of other underwater beasts.
Unfortunately until I get a new computer there are going to be no more photos.
Leaving Australia, it is not very long before I reach Playa Larga on the Bahia dos Cochinos.
This is the good life.
I finally reach the Gunahabibicanes Peninsula and head straight for the National Park Ecological Station for information.
The station manager opens our exchange by offering to buy my bike. I explain that without a bike my life wouldn’t actually function and that it wasn’t really just a bike but also my companion and friend. He looks [...]