Our over-the-water cabana’s over-the-water patio, nearest land to the East is Cuba Solo in in the HOV lane, cruising 10 mph over the speed limit, blinders fully engaged, blocking the pissed off stares and looks of jealously, of my timid fellow commuters. Podcast waves rolling through the torched speakers of my 2001 Subaru forester, drowning out various rattling noises left over from last months smash-job, an icy/spicy/dicey slide off of Jackson Creek Road, through a snowbank and into the comforting … Continue reading Resurrection

Never Go Full Savvler

Savvlinvan Goes Savvler Blazing along the water our small craft careened in and out of deep banking turns, navigating the narrow ribbonlike channels of river, weaved tightly through the dense tropical jungle. As the captain slowed for varying species of exotic birds, the birders among us eagerly snapped photos and dogeared the pages in their guidebooks, whilst we swilled rum, enjoying catching up after nearly … Continue reading Never Go Full Savvler

Volunteer Virgin Rainforest Clearing

Walking in the heat of the day down the central sidewalk that meanders through the bustling beachside tourist Mecca of Placencia, sweat pours from our pores, flowing like the summer rains that traditionally arrive here in Belize in early June. As the final days of April wind down here on the peninsula, the heat ratchets to a degree that conjures up the fabled heat of … Continue reading Volunteer Virgin Rainforest Clearing

No Time For Perfect Places

The paved road nearly reaches the destination, but ‘nearly’ never does. The road south from Liberia is littered with large overloaded sugar cane trucks rumbling and swaying their way to the refineries, leaving a trail of slithering sugar cane stalks in their wake. As we weaved in and out of the trucks and cane snakes, the wind gusted and shifted us, reminiscent of the winds … Continue reading No Time For Perfect Places

Mal Pais means Bad Country en español

Dry dusty roadways, paved with potholes instead of cobblestones, are used in the Central America dry season as defense mechanism to protect dynamite beachside campsites from three ton 88′ Dodge Ramvans and their somewhat creaky, antique suspensions. Occasionally we get back to our now nearly one year old southern Patagonian roots, by smashing, unscrewing, and eventually scrambling our way through these gravel roads to reach … Continue reading Mal Pais means Bad Country en español

Feliz Navidad

It’s Christmas Eve here in winter bound Billings Montana, with the 20+ inches of snow on the ground and another storm forecasted for tonight, there is a one hundred percent chance of the Sloan family waking up to a white Christmas. This afternoon we’ll go to Christmas mass, eat Pork Loin for dinner, and all fall asleep anxiously awaiting the morning, which will bring breakfast … Continue reading Feliz Navidad

Colombian Snow

As we see the snow piling up in the motherland we take this time to share our story of seeing old snow in tropical Colombia just two weeks ago. Incessantly the roosters scream out, back and forth, only occasionally broken by the howls of the local street dogs, fog shrouds the Forrest canopy, threatening to crawl down the valley, potentially obscuring our magnificent view, and … Continue reading Colombian Snow

Un Hora Más 

The sky is gloriously grey today, providing us with a false sense of relief from the unrelenting heat and humidity of the highly regarded Colonial sweatbox that is known as Cartagena de Indias. I’ve just received word from the kind, shapely receptionist that the anti-narcotic inspector who was to meet me here at Puerto Bahia, just shy of an hour south of the city center, … Continue reading Un Hora Más 

Fly High Colombia

The three of us sat outside the van relaxing in the shade of a large Colombian mango tree, having just finished up our typical pre-nap meal of Empanadas and ice cream, discussing the previous evenings forray into Colombian nightlife. That particular Sunday was our first full day-off, our seventh day of paragliding school, our tenth day of the second leg of our Savvlinvan journey. it … Continue reading Fly High Colombia

Van Smuggling 

It’s two hours before my flight, I’m resting in a lounge chair here at El Dorado International Airport in Bogota Colombia, some fat little Pokemon playing shithead sitting next to me, just unleashed an unbelievably wet, extended fart, and its really starting to smell. Without second thought, I swatted at the kid and gestured for him to beat it, all the while his even larger … Continue reading Van Smuggling