Telling a good story is hard to do. So often, humans get "inventive" and find a story where there isn't one. Digestible, compelling, dramatic, the more bullshit the better... In my raft guiding days, stories were important; good stories got you good tips and a Welshman by the name of Dirty Tim was our resident master tale slinger. The more tall tales Tim slung, the more money he made while the rest of us guides kicked dirt beside the river and watched the procession of guests slap another finski into Dirty Tim's dirty palm. Anyway, I don't love the modern media approach to storytelling and the fact that if you want to share your experiences with people, you need a "story." In the timeless words of Homer Simpson "It's just a bunch of stuff that happened." So here is some of the stuff that happened this spring.
You could really feel the Buena Onda from the hill people.
Petroglyphs are my favorite!!!
I've never loved fishing, but I love to eat the fish. This Barracuda-type thing, literally jumped into our canoe and to defend myself (?!) I delivered a fatal blow with my paddle. Sorry buddy... I never got to taste this little guy, he was in the soup and down the hatch before we got home. Fishing, is likely how story telling began.
Or was it from mountain climbing?
Colombia is quite a place: Bogota street art is next level!
After Colombia was South Africa. This photo tells the whole story.
The crew halfway up the wall at a commodious bivi
Most of this country is made of Quartzite but at Paarl Rocks it's pure Granite.
Never miss a chance to fly from a granite dome...Thank you Mama Africa!