Eight years ago, the country pulled itself together and elected an Obama. There was progress. There was hope. Now we are shown that the masses will do anything, following the bright spot out there in complete hypnosis, like Marlin and Dory lost in abysmal depths, unaware, clueless. It so happens that the 2008 spotlight had been…Details
Having spent a few days in Constantia, we leave Cape Town on August 16. Our road trips have unfortunately shrunk in scope and hunger, starved by my worsening lack of time. From the full-fleshed, epic adventures they once were, they have mummified into short, frantic dashes to the end of a relatively short but surprisingly elastic escape…Details
This is a repost of a repost, concentric bubbles of introspection. The first iteration was published in early 2005, shortly after Hurricane Ivan having devastated the Cayman Islands, a slow national recovery had left our dive operation at idle and my resolve weakened. I had island fever. This blog would be born from the cesarean-like…Details
It’s a long love story. Back in 2008, upon my first visit to South Africa and after hearing from various Cape Town informants that elusive chameleons were possibly to be found nearby, I set out on a quest to seek out new life and new reptile civilization, to boldly go find what I had never found before.…Details
For now, however, a glimpse of the Karoo’s perfect solitude.
Soon to be joining Marie down in beautiful Cape Town, I was having coffee high above Midtown this morning, the hot air thick with moisture and haze beginning to smear a jagged skyline, and I pondered the insanity of our modern lifestyle. Can a human being really work fifty weeks a year, barely threading water…Details