Surf and the Wild Southern
Though completely swamped, the boat was nearly unharmed. Swimming round it we picked up the floating oars, and lashing them across the gunwale, tumbled back to our places. There we sat up to our knees in the sea, the water covering every rib and plank, so that to our downward gazing eyes the suspended craft […]
Neverland Stories from Morocco
Crossing deserts and riding sands around Africa with a 60’s Vespa.
Sportive weekends in Calafate
The ship tore on; leaving such a furrow in the sea as when a cannon-ball, missent, becomes a plough-share and turns up the level field. Inferable from these statements, are many collateral subtile matters touching the chase of whales. Leviathan of the deep, according to the observed humor of his speed; and say to themselves, […]
Breathing under the hood, dry water & sands
Had you followed Captain Ahab down into his cabin after the squall that took place on the night succeeding that wild ratification of his purpose with his crew, you would have seen him go to a locker in the transom, and bringing out a large wrinkled roll of yellowish sea charts, spread them before him […]