Karma
| Vessel Name: | Karma1 |
| Vessel Make/Model: | Columbia 45 |
| Hailing Port: | Halifax, Nova Scotia |
| Crew: | James and Dody |
| About: | James has been sailing for most of his life, starting with dinghy sailing around 8 years old. Dody is a loving 1st mate who hopes that James knows what he is doing. |
| Extra: | "Ships are the nearest things to dreams that hands have ever made" - Robert N.Rose |
21 October 2014 | Alberta, Canada
10 October 2014 | Alberta, Canada
10 March 2014 | lago Isabel on Karma 1
18 February 2014 | RAM Marina
15 February 2014 | RAM Marina
11 February 2014 | Rio dulce, Guatemala
07 February 2014 | RAM Marina
31 January 2014 | Guatemala
30 January 2014 | RAM marina
29 January 2014
29 January 2014 | RAM marina
22 December 2013 | Merida, mexico
04 December 2013 | Rio Dulce, Fronteras, Guatemals
02 December 2013 | Lago Izabal, Guatemala
27 November 2013 | Guatemala City
13 October 2013
09 October 2013 | RAM Boatyard, Rio Dulce...
07 October 2013 | Rio Dulce, Guatemala
06 October 2013 | Rio Dulce, Guatemala
05 October 2013 | Dartmouth
Recent Blog Posts
21 October 2014 | Alberta, Canada
Salty dreams...
I've got a case of salty dreams and wanderlust. I can hardly wait til we cut the dock lines and chase adventure on the sea! @ back to Karma soon !:)
10 October 2014 | Alberta, Canada
Autumn Update
It is Indian Summer, and we are in the process of closing up our home in the beautiful mountainous and plan for our annual migratory trek to be on S/V Karma. It's been an adventurous Summer vagabonding around, tending to the Orchard, visiting family and friends out East and enjoying the east coast. You can catch a ray of our journey as we prepare to travel down the Cali Seaboard to be back in Guatemala! let the journey begin! ~~
11 February 2014 | Rio dulce, Guatemala
Strange tropical fruit make me happy!
There is no end to exotic fruit in tropical Guatemala. From one day to the next the selection changes. The nice thing about Guatemala is that Each time I go to town I'm surprised by something new! The other nice thing is that it's so cheap! Although they have fruit you'll recognize such as mango, pineapple, [...]
Antigua
12 December 2012 | Antigua, Guatemala
James/Sunny and Nice!
Morning came way too early. Nachos, beer and late night. I am not 21 anymore.
Sadly, the shower water was set to dribble as a result of a town wide water situation. My only real need in a hostel is a decent shower. I can sleep in a hammock, but I love a steamy hot shower. No deal.
A more detailed recon and exploration of Antigua was the order of the day. There are more than a few great coffee shops in town, and they tempted me with their gluten-flour treats. Fortunately, upon surrendering to temptation, I discovered that they really weren't all that great, and might have been sitting in the window for a few days. It put me off going back to wheat for at least a week, if not more.
Antigua has a really good mercado (market) with all kinds of wonderful stuff for sale. After wandering the streets looking at touristy stuff for a while, I wandered through the market and small shops for the rest of the day.
My Aussie room-mates left, and they were replaced by two other mid-20's Aussie girls, Nicole and Sarah. We chatted about Australia stuff, they are both from Melbourne and I was able to tell them what Melbourne was like before they were born (or when dinosaurs roamed the planet).
Somehow, after dinner, I got into an exploration of tequila on the rooftop terrace of the hostel. Drinks are durned cheap here, and that removes at least one impediment to the process of being a tequila connos...connoiser...con...drinker.
Bar hopping happened. Sadly, when bar hopping happens, I can neither remember the bar or where the heck I was. Not because I am unable or unfit to navigate, but usually because I am engaged in witty rep·ar·tee with an attractive female and couldn't care less where I am going. I do remember being in the Irish bar, and thinking it amusing to be tasting their selection of Irish tequilas, and then whisking off to Cafe No Se (I learned the name later).
Cafe No Se (Cafe I dunno) is like something you would find at Burning Man. A great band playing in the middle of the room (there is no where else to put them, you practically walk between the drummer and the lead guitar to get to the rest of the bar). And the topper...a mexcal bar tucked in a secret room. You have to duck to go in. It is dark, evil, sinister and fun!
My night ended sharing some kind of grilled meat sandwich on some steps near the mercado. The chef is in the back of a minivan, and cooks everything on a 45 gallon drum grill. Exquisite dining at 3:00am.
Sadly, the shower water was set to dribble as a result of a town wide water situation. My only real need in a hostel is a decent shower. I can sleep in a hammock, but I love a steamy hot shower. No deal.
A more detailed recon and exploration of Antigua was the order of the day. There are more than a few great coffee shops in town, and they tempted me with their gluten-flour treats. Fortunately, upon surrendering to temptation, I discovered that they really weren't all that great, and might have been sitting in the window for a few days. It put me off going back to wheat for at least a week, if not more.
Antigua has a really good mercado (market) with all kinds of wonderful stuff for sale. After wandering the streets looking at touristy stuff for a while, I wandered through the market and small shops for the rest of the day.
My Aussie room-mates left, and they were replaced by two other mid-20's Aussie girls, Nicole and Sarah. We chatted about Australia stuff, they are both from Melbourne and I was able to tell them what Melbourne was like before they were born (or when dinosaurs roamed the planet).
Somehow, after dinner, I got into an exploration of tequila on the rooftop terrace of the hostel. Drinks are durned cheap here, and that removes at least one impediment to the process of being a tequila connos...connoiser...con...drinker.
Bar hopping happened. Sadly, when bar hopping happens, I can neither remember the bar or where the heck I was. Not because I am unable or unfit to navigate, but usually because I am engaged in witty rep·ar·tee with an attractive female and couldn't care less where I am going. I do remember being in the Irish bar, and thinking it amusing to be tasting their selection of Irish tequilas, and then whisking off to Cafe No Se (I learned the name later).
Cafe No Se (Cafe I dunno) is like something you would find at Burning Man. A great band playing in the middle of the room (there is no where else to put them, you practically walk between the drummer and the lead guitar to get to the rest of the bar). And the topper...a mexcal bar tucked in a secret room. You have to duck to go in. It is dark, evil, sinister and fun!
My night ended sharing some kind of grilled meat sandwich on some steps near the mercado. The chef is in the back of a minivan, and cooks everything on a 45 gallon drum grill. Exquisite dining at 3:00am.
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