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Sharing the world

"Who's to say what's impossible? Well they forgot this world keeps spinning & with each new day, I can feel a change in everything
And as the surface breaks, reflections fade, but in some ways they remain the same
And as my mind begins to spread its wings, there's not stopping curiosity
I want to turn the whole thing upside down

I'll find the things they say just can't be found
I'll share this love I find with everyone
We'll sing & dance to Mother Nature's songs

I don't want this feeling to go away"
-- Jack Johnson [Upside Down]

It was still early morning when I hit the highway east, but it was already toasty.The mid-March heat created a haze above everything that wasn’t directly abutting the ocean.Although I was broke & wanted authentic Puerto Rican cuisine, I had a late breakfast/early lunch at a Subway for the sheer purpose of #1 using their running water to brush my teeth and #2 hijacking their electricity to recharge my Canon. The A…

Surfing or bust!

"Your true traveler finds boredom rather agreeable than painful. it is the symbol of his liberty- his excessive freedom. He accepts his boredom, when it comes, not merely philosophically, but almost with pleasure"
-- Aldous Huxley

My tour of Parque de Las Cavernas del Rio Camuy lasted less time than expected due to the fact I only saw one cave.Originally, I allocated two days of my vacation for Parque Toro Negro, El Observatorio de Arecibo & this park.However, the miles – when straight – proved to fly by which left me with a day & a half to be a rover.With two hours before the sun set, I had absolute freedom; an entire country at my disposal.
I studied la mapa & weighed my options: the salt flats in the southwestern corner of Puerto Rico, the lively southern city of Ponce, partying in San Juan, or backtracking to Luquillo beach.However, I was not keen on backtracking nor extravagantly using fuel, so I opted to drive directly west to Aguadilla on the country’s east c…


"We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one's life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open."
-- George Eliot a.k.a. Mary Ann Evans

Since my guiedbook stated the last tour departed at 14:00, I hurried southwest.   anticipated another nauseating ride because all las carreterras were wavy (&, as I learned yesterday, even straight carreterras on the map curved).Yet, the way was short – an unexpected reward in karst country!

I stopped at the security post at the entrance to Parque de Las Cavernas del Rio Camuy a.k.a. RioCamuyCavernsPark. A genial, tall guard with very tan skin approached the Toyota.He pointed me in the direction of the DRNA office & asked me where I was planning on eating dinner that evening.Of course, I had no clue & responded honestly.The guard in his mid-40s persuaded me to visit a specific roadside restaurante two miles away from el parque.Like most Puerto Ri…