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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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bocas del toro

Bocas del Toros can only be described with a slew of tourist brochure cliches. A scattering of islands, each one bordered by pristine 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 […]

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marking time in costa rica

I’m stuck in Costa Rica waiting for my new bank card to arrive. Sadly, it’s a small country and not one I’m particularly interested in. However, I can definitively report at this point in time that if you cook for yourself and camp it is not an expensive place to visit. A pineapple, a butternut […]

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lit’l corn

Little Corn is a tiny Caribbean island. My motivation for being there was as much about avoiding the 500 kilometre ride from Puerto Cabezas to Managua over nasty corrugated roads through country famous only for its mines and with a nasty reputation for gratuitous violence as for the charms of Little Corn itself. However, once […]

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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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seven shades of caribbean blue

Leaving Australia, it is not very long before I reach Playa Larga on the Bahia dos Cochinos. This is the good life.

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gunahabibicanes peninsula

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 […]

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trouble in paradise

I strike out for Cayo Jutias, an island off the north-west coast accessible by a causeway, with high expectations. I have a copy of Lonely Planet’s Cycling Cuba and the beaches of Cayo Jutias are described in it as wild and pristine. As I cross the causeway towards the island, thunder rumbles around me and […]

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