Belize

Unfortunately, no sooner had we settled into our room in the Seaside Chateau and connected to the internet than I learned the sad news of the death of my step mother, Daphne. It was distressing. Then, when I tried to get in touch with my stepsister, Cathy, our communication problems multiplied. With clouds lowering and […]

We had a plan. We were  going to Medellin (pronounced Medejean,  like medi with jean ) in Columbia. Ha! Wrong. Not the destination but the “going”. The Gods had other plans. We were the flies to wanton boys. Oh… and American Airlines (which had another whole series of different plans)  had little to do with

O,I have ta’en Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.      King Lear, Shakespeare San Pedro is built on Ambergis Caye, named ironically after sperm whale shit, once important in fixing perfumes. There

Now that we had dipped our toes in the Belizean blue waters and reinforced our confidence, a second visit to San Pedro was planned. This time we would  explore a bit further and taste the local food. JR’s (our driver) brother, with a less beat up taxi, accompanied by his girlfriend, ferried us around. Marney

When you are “on the run” so to speak, relaxing is not an alternative. Action is required. Food has to be brought home which meant JR’s taxi was enlisted and we were off to the town of San Pedro. It’s tiny with little narrow streets and it’s busy, very busy, as busy as Phoenix. I

Belief is wonderful. Hope even better. We would escape from the frenzy of Phoenix and its summer heat, to the gentle swaying of coconut trees, the lapping of waves on the shore and the call of the sea gulls floating on the warm summer breezes of the tropics. Mmmmmm . A  few problems to sort

High up in the sky in a Boeing 737 I was happy to have a window seat and a splendid view of  Texas, neatly mapped out and organized. So many housing estates like little crop circles with one way in and one way out. Then the Gulf and the sea, the clouds like balls of

On the 15th of February 1952 at precisely 11 am, a seven year old stood stiffly to attention by his desk in Lenton Primary school in Nottingham as commanded by the teacher along with the rest of the class.  No shuffling, no picking noses and no smiling.   The King had died. The seven year

Putting our money where our mouths are, ignoring all the conventional wisdom about how to conduct one’s life, we have decided to throw caution to the wind, free ourselves from nearly everything we own and are off to travel the world, before it’s too late or the ravages of time and its concomitant friend, old