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

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

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

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 

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 

Raj the Guide Mon

My name is Raj, I am 35 years old, and I am professional backpacking guide in the Cordillera Blanca Norte, deep within the heart of The Andes in Northern Peru. I consider myself first, and foremost, a linguist; I speak 6 languages including Spanish, English, German, Hebrew, French and my native Incan tongue Quecha. Over the past 21 years I’ve come to specialize in leading … Continue reading Raj the Guide Mon

Bolivian Shocker

There are times when it’s preferred that we are traveling slowly, down dirt tracks, exploring the vastness of the countryside, oppositely there are the times that you abruptly blow out a shock in a Bolivian pothole minefield going 80 kilometers an hour. After a chilly, restless sleep at 14,500 feet in the Sajama valley, we awoke to our cholita hitch hiking grandma herding her llamas … Continue reading Bolivian Shocker