Tag: Hosteling

Gentle waves rocking old Dhous as they line historic quays. The soft sound of bare feet on salt cured wood as old deck hands wander from sliver of shade to sliver of shade. The muttering putter of over-sized and oft-repaired engines pushing flat topped estuary taxis from shore to shore. The occasi…

This is a hard and somewhat scary post to write. In part because the ideas and realizations I want to share are difficult to communicate and convey and in part because if I fail to convey them properly I'll come across as a complete asshole.  Still, I think it's worth it because I think the realiz…