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.

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 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.

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