Back to land and out of the sea. It’s quite strange to watch everyone in my city walk around in a drone-work haze after coming back from the tropics. It literally looks as if everyone is a zombie.
Tired doesn’t seem to be a strong enough word and dead seems too strong of a word.
What a miraculous world that exists. I felt as if I was in a fairy tale. The current was fairly strong, and there are known to be brackish crocodiles by the rocks, so I motored around the shoreline.
I ran around the island of the orchids for about 30 minutes feeling like a character from The Beach. I was so exhausted from cleaning cabins, smelling of bleach and bug-spray, dark circles traced under my eyes. But I was dead set to explore & find peace, even if it was briefly.
A full moon was visible at dusk over the wing of the airplane, high above the scarlet clouds as we crossed Belize.
Wanderlust is starting to nip at me heels
We docked next to the rusty shark finning boat in San Carlos where the dock smells like pelicans and old fish. We plotted to secretly steal the boats nets and decided against it.
"the sea was making me..."
My first few weeks on land after two plus years of traveling and being on the ocean, I could have collapsed into the ground at the airport, like they do in movies and kissed the ground.
Everything is unscathed by a city. Wildlife is wild here. A bald eagles snatches a salmon from a raven with it's claws.
I’m sitting at the Maryhill Musuem staring at the iron laid tracks of the Oregon Trail.
The hardest, grueling work you’ll ever come to know, and the reward you can’t quite figure out but ends up being freedom from the materialistic American dream that has entrapped so many.
Then i looked up and saw a skyline lit up like a dainty Christmas tree. the building slender, and moderate height. The lights petite and an array of sharp colors. It didn't look like any skyline I've ever seen in the united states before and it just looked perfect. I couldn't stop staring at it.
bright and tight
I’m seasoned confused, temperature confused, time confused, city confused. I am finally at a stand still (I think) back home, and I’m exhausted. I have traveled over 15,000 miles, plus however many thousands of nautical miles in the last six months.
I am sitting on the aft of the upper deck of this ship on the great salty Pacific. I’m watching the sunset wash from cotton candy to slate and I can’t believe this is my life. I fall in love with the unseen in the vast ocean