Tofo – Not the Traveling Diver’s Paradise it Once Was?

Tofo – Not the Traveling Diver’s Paradise it Once Was?

When I made the decision to travel in Africa, I let diving guide me to a starting point. Tanzania and Egypt are well-known for diving but the first had elections scheduled for late October and, given a history of unrest on either side of national elections, I didn’t want to walk into riots. Egypt, similarly, would require me to do some heavy research into where it was safe and where

Passing Time in Maputo

Passing Time in Maputo

When I decided to start my African trip in Mozambique I thought I’d fly in to Maputo, the capital and primary international airport, and then head north within 48 hours. The city, from what I’d read, doesn’t have much to offer tourists. And the reasons I’ve come to this country are all underwater in the Indian Ocean. As it turns out, I will have spent six nights in Maputo by

Return to Utila

Return to Utila

Others have written about not returning to a place where they had a great time – a place where they fell in love with a country or a culture or they lucked into meeting amazing people who remained friends for years afterward. Some worry that returning will tarnish the experience because it’s never the same when you go back. So they leave it in their memories, a shiny joyous moment

Diving in Cuba

Diving in Cuba

“You’ll have one dive then you can enjoy the resort. It’s very nice. I go there with my family sometimes. There’s a pool where you can relax and if you want to do another dive, you can decide then. It’s a nice boat with newer gear than the other place. And the instructor speaks very good English. You will like it. The taxi will you pick up here tomorrow morning

The Primary Takeaway From my Experience at World Domination Summit

The Primary Takeaway From my Experience at World Domination Summit

One morning earlier this month, I woke with butterflies in my stomach, feeling as I did on the first day of school. Nervous energy and more than a little excitement coursed through my body while questions bounced around my brain. Would I make new friends? Would I learn something? Was my backpack properly stocked? Was I wearing the right clothes? Would the people in charge be good at their jobs?

2100 Miles Across the Southeastern US

2100 Miles Across the Southeastern US

Nearly every summer my parents drive from their home in North Carolina to my brother’s in Colorado. Taking major highways would mean about 1800 miles of white-knuckle driving beside huge trucks. Nearly identical rest areas would blend together in one’s memories and the trip would be solely about the destination. Fortunately, my parents don’t take that sort of road trip. No, they take minor roads and detours that allow for

Riding the Rails

Riding the Rails

Slow travel is the best form of travel. Getting somewhere quickly has its appeal but if I have the time and there’s a reasonable overland route, I almost always prefer that to flying. So since arriving back in the mainland U.S., I’ve traveled long distances solely by train and car. First from New York to Massachusetts, then from Massachusetts to North Carolina, and finally from North Carolina to Colorado. I’m