In an effort to remind myself of past travels, or at least noteworthy events, especially in a lazy, Spanish month of self-induced sedentariness, I’ve dug out a few photos of a yacht delivery from Cape Town, South Africa to Panamá. As I clean my patio for the tenth time, this has helped mitigate the mental and physical atrophy of pointless vacation.
Also, I’ve been offered an incredible writing opportunity that will take me to the other side of the globe. Stay tuned…
A stop on a long drive to the desert, along the South African coast.
Clouds pouring over Table Mountain. Royal Cape Yacht Club, Capetown, South Africa.
The rotating tram to the top of Table Mountain (Lion’s Head in the background). Cape Town, South Africa.
Uneasy riding on an emotionally disturbed horse. (South Africa).
Rest after a desert hike.
At harbor at St. Helena, Napoleon’s place of exile.
Heading back out to sea from the island of St. Helena.
A freshly caught tuna somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic.
The unglamorous sailor breakfast of fruit cocktail, granola and water. Our cleaning rags hanging to dry.
Aboard our little sailboat, doing something undoubtedly very important.
The decidedly glamorous locale of Tobago’s beaches.
Celebrating New Year’s Eve (again, somewhere on the Atlantic Ocean, in a time zone I’ve forgotten).