“You alright?” the dive masters’ thick British accent faintly calls across the waves, betraying more than a little concern.
“Fine, just lost my mask.” Continue reading
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Always going (slowly).
Category Archives: Little Corn Island
Wait, What’s That?
A friend since grade school, L has always walked like she is storming a castle. It’s a good day if I’m only a hundred feet behind her, it’s a good day for anyone if they are within fifty. Today, on the path through the rain forest, it’s not a good day.
Let me rephrase, it’s actually one of the most amazing days in the history of ever. Continue reading
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