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the tide

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 […]

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floating doctors

While in Bocas del Toro I discover, in amongst the seedy tourist dross, a few more inspiring people and projects. Foating Doctors work bringing mobile clinics in remote coastal communities that are only accessible by water. Their base is a sailing boat moored at one of Bocas three marinas and the majority of their staff […]

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water ways

Leaving Ometepe requires yet another journey on a cargo ship. Entering Costa Rica requires another boat ride up the river from San Carlos to Los Chiles.

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lake nicaragua

Another boat ride brings me to Ometepe, an island in the middle of Lake Nicaragua, which is notable, among other things, for having a sizable population of bull sharks inhabiting it.

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entering la moskitia

Despite the dire warnings, the people I meet as I enter La Moskitia are, as always, curious, charming, helpful, amused.

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semuc champey

We head into some pretty remote territory. Isolated mountain aldeias of a couple of houses are punctuated by occasional larger settlements with bustling markets. The other traffic we encounter is most commonly women on foot, generally burdened by large bundles carried on their heads. Every now and then a heavily overloaded pickup truck or mini-bus […]

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flood

A few days in Palenque turned out a little more dramatic than expected.

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isla jaina

Looking at my map, Isla Jaina catches my attention, for some reason. I know nothing of the place but the map indicates that there is an archeological site on the island – which is part of another biosphere reserve – at the end of a twenty kilometre dead end track. I take the turnoff towards […]

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celestun

I cross the Yucatan Peninsula, ambling slowly between villages among ruins and cenotes, until I reach Celestun, a relaxed coastal village, on another estuary teeming with birds.

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cenotes

The Yucatan Peninsula has almost no rivers – instead its water is found underground in a multitude of cenotes.

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