About Flying Gurnards: Haven't seen any Flying Gurnards lately. Still like odd stuff. And sometimes I do stupid stuff and call it spontaneous. True story. I also don't have travelling shoes. They broke before I left home (omen?) and since then it's been mostly bare feet and flipflops although I keep killing them and consequently am on my fourth pair. I miss home. And everybody that makes it what it is. I feel fortunate doing what I do where I am. And I am still full o' love for life!

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Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Xcalak

Just off the border of Belize, nestled in between mangroves and the Caribbean ocean, lies Xcalak. With a population of about 400 inhabitants this remote fishing village has hardly any of the amenities that are readily available in the nearby town of Mahahual, 65 km away. Instead pick-up trucks sell a variety of produce in the streets several times a week and marine radios are used in lieu of phones by the villagers. I came to live here for five months in a house on stilts dubbed the Purple Palace whilst I was working and studying at a Dive Center situated on the Xcalak Marine Park.






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I vividly remember the first time I saw a pair of flying gurnards. It was a mesmerizing sight, not only due to my infinite love of unknown oddities but also because of the sheer grace and allure they exuded.
What would life be like without enigmatic experiences such as these?

Flying Gurnards & Other Concoctions contrives inspiration from both the mundane and the unusual and offers a quirky glimpse into adventurous times and enchanting encounters to be had on land and sea...
I've dusted off my travelling shoes in hot pursuit of remedies to alleviate Twitchy Feet Syndrome and its overriding nomadic nature - confronting it with a dapper dash of spontaneity, love and delightfulness