A puff of Voodoo fills the lagoon. Cackling in frenzied excitement, the gnarled crew of Manokalanipō emerges from the depths. Its Polka...

Upon Fred’s arrival, Duke puts on quite the welcome party. Running full steam for Fred and licking his face like a Labrador puppy dog....

Duke is a donkey’s donkey. He is half blind and half deaf. Forgotten out in Mokuleia someplace. He spent his first twenty years mostly on...

Huahine is known for two things. Marlin fishing and being the start of the rankest and nastiest paddling race in the world. Fittingly our...

Barcelona has a real parrot problem. They are everywhere, squawking and divebombing sandwiches. Neon green with red feathers sprouting...

Fred is on the midnight watch. Looking like a real handsome bastard. Gaunt from that nasty bug he kicked yesterday, sipping on a red bull...

Then before he knew it, Fred jumps aboard the old aluminum ketch. Put to work in a hurry, monkeying with bilge pumps and throwing out...

With a breath of fire, the young protagonist rears his shaggy head. Grinning bigly as he scurries aboard a plane headed for Istanbul....

1. Life is not transactional 2. Narrative is not real 2b. (Humans love narrative) 3. Sweat is good 4. Smiles are divine 5. Trust must be...

There are some real sick puppies out there. Most people will meet a few hacks in their time, a couple phonies. But if your lucky, well if...

Poof. Up in smoke. I reappear spinning through a kaleidoscope of light and color. Arms and legs crunched and compressed into a tight...

In Catania, I think of being gaunt and brown with a headful of shaggy hair. Worn out after dragging that old aluminum ketch eight hundred...

The strays are kings here and the coffee is strong. Taxis drivers puff cigarettes and rev little fiat engines with reckless aggression....

We used to have this raggedy old RV, parked in the sugar cane fields outside of Hilo. We parked it at my Uncle Brent's homestead. Twenty...

The jungle cacophony goes quiet. A dark green wall suddenly rears from the depths. Folding over itself, rushing full clip down the stone...

We have been at sea for a bit over a week. A whole chunk really. South of Gilitar. Cabin fever has set in. I clamber about the boat...

Five days later. The Crew pops out the stinkier end of quarantine. Huck-it Henry presses the gas pedal well beyond the line of sanity....

Bang.Bang.Bang. I crack the hotel door to find a short fellow in a hazmat suit. “Good morning, time for test sir.” Fills from the...

Rivaling the immense cacophony of flavor in the air, is the incredible anonymity. What a joy it is to spike your hair with big gobs of...

The air is thick and heavy. Dust from the Louvre billows through the streets. Bread and kebab, onion and spice, swirl up into the ether....