Three Licks

A lush jungle, with bird calls, wetness, moisture; rainforest, wild, untamable.

We went to the jungle by boat up the river. We rowed and rowed and rowed; hours, or rather, the porters did. We sat there with our backpack in the middle of the long boats. Continue reading

Message In a Bottle

I sent several of these off when I was a kid.

My dad was a captain, and I spent a lot of time on ships, cruise ships, and I wrote a little note, sealed it and threw it overboard, and lo and behold, months later I received a letter in the mail from an elderly gentleman who had found my bottle, read the message and was kind enough to write me back. Continue reading