Tag Archive: Airlines

It’s a Gamble

Following my Minca jungle adventures, I take an early-morning cab ride to the Santa Marta airport from where I have a 9:00 am flight to Bogota for a quick connection on to Medellin.… Continue reading

Speaking English

After an-hour-and-twenty-minutes riding the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) from the San Francisco airport to the Oakland airport, I arrive and make my way to security (actually, to the bar; security is just… Continue reading

It’s the Journey

Guilt. I admit it; I have guilt. I’ve not written in a while. Most of it was for good reasons – working on the Drop Me Anywhere book, attending writers’ conferences, pitching agents,… Continue reading

Stuck

Today’s post has to do with the continuing saga of being an international travel; specifically, being an international tour director. Again, it’s my way to keep myself afloat while I write the memoir,… Continue reading

An American in Cuba

Hola Amigos! I’ve just returned from Cuba and thought I should tell you a bit about it. I know you’re wondering, ‘Did I miss a vote?’ The answer, in Spanish, is “no.” I’ve… Continue reading

Flying Into the Storm

After brushing up on my handyman-skills (read Returning Home) it’s time to leave the beautiful winter of Phoenix for a change of scenery and, hopefully, to make a few decisions. After a few… Continue reading

Another Van

Hello Virtual Travel Buddies. As promised, I’m back to tell you where I am now and how I got here. Once again, I’m staying in a Van, but this time it’s not a… Continue reading

Returning

Hello Virtual Travel Buddies; oh how I’ve missed you so. I know that in my recent article The End. . . ? I sort of said goodbye. Still, there was that question mark.… Continue reading

Virgin Germs

And we’re off! It’s time for Brisbane and, after a less early morning than some flights (yet too early for me), I grab an Uber and head off to the airport. This is… Continue reading

Past Residents and Present Life

Just after 2:00pm my 29-seater plane approaches Lord Howe Island (LHI). I know this because the folks on the right-side of the plane are clearly entranced by something they’re seeing and, unless it’s… Continue reading