Twenty-seven years ago, escaping the mayhem of life in New York, I found my way to a remote coastal region of Venezuela.
Penniless, but positive I needed a change, I found a suitable tropical perch, an isolated jungle cove overlooking the ocean. I stayed there alone, in a ramshackle hut, not dissimilar to my Bali base camp. Armed with the same machete as I carry now, a fist full of pencils, a journal and not much else. Looking back, It was my Robinson Crusoe moment, a blissful two months! Continue reading “Looking Back / Going Forward”