Nothing like the boss suggesting we need new Underwater footage to promote the company. “OK, boss I’ll take one for the team. Where do I have to go? Oh, the Cayman Islands? Well, I guess so. An entire week you say? Well that really screws up my schedule, but if you insist.” So I’m off to Grand Cayman, a week of diving and with a new HD camcorder no less. I spent my Friday and Saturday taking in the sites of Grand Cayman: the Turtle Farm, the local pub, and of course, Hell. Yes, you heard me right, Hell exists and its right here on planet earth, apparently all those religious folk were right, they were just a little geographically challenged in regards to its location. Hell is actually an area of weathered limestone rock that ... read more

After returning to the States I journeyed to Colorado for a few days of snowboarding at Breckenridge and the Arapahoe Basin (A Basin); however, before I could enjoy the snow I needed to get my dilapidated vehicle from the Florida Panhandle to Atlanta, Georgia. I stopped in Tallahassee to have lunch with a friend who generously provided me with directions from Mapquest.com. Now Mapquest and I have a longstanding relationship that works something like this: I ask it for directions to a destination for which I know not and it provides me with a list of turns, street names, and colorful icons that inevitable get me lost. Which is exactly what happened on this day. So there I am in some town in the middle of nowhere Georgia literal going in circles because that is what ... read more

After spending a week in Roatan, finding out the marina where my boat is at is closing, and losing my ATM card; I started my journey back home. I spent my time in Roatan diving and lounging around the island. After tiring of the commercialism and high prices of everything except the diving, I headed over to Utila for two days. Utila has a much more relaxed atmosphere and I enjoyed my time there so much more. Hopping on a bus to San Pedro Sula, Honduras, I found myself awaken to the heat of the afternoon sun. (I would like to point out that I had chosen a charter service over a chicken bus, because they are less of a hassle on longer trips. Of course since this was my thought it wasn’t going to work ... read more

Rio Dulce, the city almost by the sea. Wondering how to spend my time, I go and visit the Castillo de San Philippe. The fortress was built during the 1500's to combat pirates who were raiding the merchant ships along the river and to protect the town. It is fairly easy to get to the site, just jump in a taxi. Returning is a different matter all together. I find it necessary at this point in my story to mention that the fortress is four miles outside of town. I found myself contemplating this very dilemma over a bottle of water in a little comedor (eatery) as I watched the heat rising from the asphalt. As I wiped the sweat from my forehead I thought four miles, maybe I should get another bottle of water. "Hello" ... read more

So after another marathon trip across Guatemala, I find myself in Lanquin, just outside of Semuc Champey. I made it to Copan yesterday, but since there was so much rain the shuttles had stopped running to Lanquin. I stayed in a beautiful little place called Hostal de Dona Victoria. It has a nice garden courtyard which is surrounded by an overhang filled with wooden sculptures and a collection of masks and other unique items. This morning I hopped a shuttle up to Lanquin. Now here's the thing. When you jump on a chicken bus you expect to be pummeled by as many bodies as they can cram into the damn thing. On a shuttle it should be a straight shot to your destination, no extra passengers, supposedly a great little trip. However, this is Guatemala. How ... read more