Position: 47°33’42.1″N 122°23’12.4″W If you’ve not met Gus, you’ve missed a treat. For Gus is a character. Once you’ve been introduced, he remains unforgettable. His ability to forge lasting relationships is due in equal parts to his direct, friendly interactions …
Position: Here and There How many countries did we visit last year? This is a question we are sometimes asked and sometimes ask ourselves. More than we have fingers to count on. Let’s run down the list: United States Germany …
Position: 37°51’59.2″N 122°27’46.7″W Legendary designer and Steve Jobs influencer Jony Ive recently released a new ‘sailing lantern’ with his partner Balmuda. Its price? A snip at $4,800. That’s $800 more than the cost of a 1982 28ft O’Day sailboat, something …
Position: 43°05’30.0″N 11°46’48.2″E “Not many people travel the way we do,” I commented in passing to Carol. “No,” she agreed, “they don’t.” Driving up the switchbacks towards the towers of San Gimignano, we drank in the bare trees and vineyards …
Position: 28°15’10.6″N 16°37’32.3″W Winters in the Canaries are generally mild. From November onward the trade winds settle in and blow a steady 20-30 knots out of the northeast by late January. Sea temperatures hover around 20C all year round, keeping …
Position: 28°23’33.5″N 13°51’23.0″W If Lanzarote is Biarritz on the Moon, then Fuerteventura is Benidorm on Mars. Sailing down the east coast of Fuerteventura the landscape is one of endless fields of barren red sands split by an occasional road. Triangular …
Position: 28°55’01.3″N 13°42’09.3″W Alice Kramden‘s perennially abusive husband Ralph used to threaten to send her to the moon. At the end of his fist. If she wanted to go to the moon, Alice could have divorced Ralph and bought a …
Position: 34°03’51.4″N 4°58’33.6″W The Marrakech Express Tourists fly directly to Marrakech from all over the world. Its central location makes it a good jumping off point for the Atlas Mountains, the Sahara Desert and Morocco’s major cities. Excursions of three …
Position: 29°48’19.6″N 6°09’11.6″W Damn but it was quiet. Quiet enough to hear yourself breathe. Quiet enough to occasionally catch the lub-dup of your lover’s heartbeat. Quiet enough to hear the soft tinkling of sand as it tumbled uphill away from …
