I’m in Shelter Bay Marina. In Panama. Right next to the Atlantic entrance to the canal that will take me from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific. And I get the same feeling here as I got back in Lanzarote. A feeling of excitement for what comes next. Back in the Canaries it was the… Continue reading 69. Back at Base Camp
I’ve just spent a week entirely on my own. As I say that, I realise that half of you sarcastically say something like ‘wow, you have finally tried proper retirement’. And the other half, equally sarcastically, say ‘thank God, you let the rest of us rest our ears for week’. But I’m going to ignore… Continue reading 68. Solitude
Saoirse is lying in a marina that forms a part of a fancy resort that is virtually empty. The resort that is, not the marina. Which is great. It means that we can pay $50 a night and get treated like the $500 a night hotel guests that the place is really built for. The… Continue reading 67. Time to Say Goodbye
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