I realise that the next confession is not going to win me many rock ‘n roll points. But fuck that, Truth is my core value. And besides, I’m too old to pretend to be cooler than I actually am. So here it goes:
“Kitty, kitty, kitty!” our guide called, and he threw another sardine into the reddish-brown water. It was so hot on Caye Caulker, Belize, that the bottoms of my sneakers melted on the wooden bridge. About one thousand insects buzzed around my head. The only things missing from the mangrove were the crocodiles. Continue Reading →