Author Archives: trawlercat

OK I say.  Our motorcycle ride to Mexico is on.  And now for the paperwork shuffle.  First, I grab a manilla folder, next I do a little research and print off a few things.  Since I’m traveling to Sonora, Mexico … Continue reading →

This morning I come across a word definition for “caravan”.  Quite simply, “a company of travelers wandering through a dangerous or hostile region”.  Yeah, I say to myself, that about fits our small wandering group right now.  For those concerned about … Continue reading →

Recently I visited a friend in Rancho Mirage, California.  Steve shared with me that he owned a drone and so of course my first response was “let’s go fly it”.  It’s broken and won’t start-up, he added.  And so began … Continue reading →

My friend Shane recently passed away and when I received the news of Shane “on the great adventure” it shocked me.  Shane always sported a full head of black hair, olive skin complexion, and always moved with a purpose in … Continue reading →

Today is Monday around noon.  My weekdays follow a somewhat familiar pattern of waking up, some form of exercise, plus projects and daily household chores.  The freshly cut bamboo pole is now waiting to become my new hiking pole and … Continue reading →

One cannot travel far into the countryside without encountering fields of bananas.  And if I recall correctly every home in the countryside had a food forest growing in their back and side yard.  The usual, bananas, avocados, mangos, guava and … Continue reading →

El Chorro de Maita is a 16th century archaeological site made into a museum.  Worth the visit.  We nearly did not get a chance to visit since neither one of us had any Cuban CUC currency on us at the … Continue reading →

Holguin, Cuba:  The greatest boon on earth to the traveling man is bringing home as complete a photographic memorandum of his travels as one desires.  My Fuji film digital camera did just that; too bad I forgot to pack it … Continue reading →

  An old Wurlitzer record player now playing.  An old radio on the bar counter ready to turn on and enjoy.  Earlier I consumed the first and second mojito; one slightly weaker than the other however, my thirst is now … Continue reading →