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, [...]
Climbing a volcano.
13 December 2012 | Antigua, Guatemala
James/Fair, with patches of clouds.
I resolve that there will be no more shenanigans or late night adventures. I need to get some exercise and do something other than late night crazy stuff.
So, I booked a excursion hike up one of the volcanoes. Volcano Pacaya is not as active as some of the other surrounding volcanoes, but it has claimed lives as recently as 2010. Surmising that roasted tourists aren't good business, I figured I would place myself in the hands of the guides.
The drive from Antigua is definitely the most dangerous part of the hike.
Of course, the bottom of the hike has a bunch of guides trying to sell horse rides, walking sticks, and other nessissito items.
The hike started well, but my horse allergy gives me asthma, and there was plenty of dust and dried horse shit on the trail being stirred up. And of course, as the guides hear me breathing, they figure it is a good time to ride beside me and ask if I needed a "taxi".
Figuring my only chance of survival was to lead, I practically sprinted to the front of the line, and set a blistering pace, being chased by horses and wheezing germans.
The horses left me alone when we got near the top of the volcano. Thank god, because I couldn't have hacked being chased around the volcano by caballos.
The views from the top of the volcano were awesome. And we had a glorious sunset on the way down. The way down, incidentally, involves shushing down loose volcanic ash like a skier. I loved it, but the people with sneakers and shorts didn't enjoy it as much.
We arrived back to Antigua after dark, around 8:00pm. Three Swiss hiking mates and I decided to go for dinner. I had a great pepian stew with beef, chayote, and potato. We shared several litres of gallo beer with our meal.
Our dinner conversation was wonderful, but all in English. We had talked about being immersed in Spanish being a strong motivator for learning the language, but I remarked that they didn't need to speak English if they didn't want to. I thought that perhaps I was being a bit rude for assuming they would talk english on my account. Surprisingly, english was the common language between them. The three Swiss people used English as their common language. One was Swiss-French, and the other two Swiss-German. Neither spoke the other language very well, so english was the default.
So, I booked a excursion hike up one of the volcanoes. Volcano Pacaya is not as active as some of the other surrounding volcanoes, but it has claimed lives as recently as 2010. Surmising that roasted tourists aren't good business, I figured I would place myself in the hands of the guides.
The drive from Antigua is definitely the most dangerous part of the hike.
Of course, the bottom of the hike has a bunch of guides trying to sell horse rides, walking sticks, and other nessissito items.
The hike started well, but my horse allergy gives me asthma, and there was plenty of dust and dried horse shit on the trail being stirred up. And of course, as the guides hear me breathing, they figure it is a good time to ride beside me and ask if I needed a "taxi".
Figuring my only chance of survival was to lead, I practically sprinted to the front of the line, and set a blistering pace, being chased by horses and wheezing germans.
The horses left me alone when we got near the top of the volcano. Thank god, because I couldn't have hacked being chased around the volcano by caballos.
The views from the top of the volcano were awesome. And we had a glorious sunset on the way down. The way down, incidentally, involves shushing down loose volcanic ash like a skier. I loved it, but the people with sneakers and shorts didn't enjoy it as much.
We arrived back to Antigua after dark, around 8:00pm. Three Swiss hiking mates and I decided to go for dinner. I had a great pepian stew with beef, chayote, and potato. We shared several litres of gallo beer with our meal.
Our dinner conversation was wonderful, but all in English. We had talked about being immersed in Spanish being a strong motivator for learning the language, but I remarked that they didn't need to speak English if they didn't want to. I thought that perhaps I was being a bit rude for assuming they would talk english on my account. Surprisingly, english was the common language between them. The three Swiss people used English as their common language. One was Swiss-French, and the other two Swiss-German. Neither spoke the other language very well, so english was the default.
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