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| Utila, Bay Islands, Honduras | ||||||||||||
| Utila has become a second home for me. No matter where I'm waundering in the world, the moment I head slide into the dock is always a feeling of deep-seated contentment. (Also, check out my Instructor Development Course.) ________________________________________________________________ "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." |
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| The world underwater is as nice as it is on land. |
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| Of course, I indulge in the sunset beer ritual. Then I head home towards my little house amongst the soft sounds of night crickets and birds. | ||||||||||||
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| The sailboats facing the current as the sun fades. |
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| Sun Jam at Water Caye... what an amazing day to be alive! |
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| A trumpet fish (a close relative of the Red Sea's cornet fish). | ||||||||||||
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| At night brittle stars take over the reef. | ||||||||||||
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| The tarantula that lived under my porch. | ||||||||||||
| My little house on Utila, nestled amongst a giant plum tree and hibiscus gardens thrumming with hummingbirds. | ||||||||||||