The Geo-Geo

(your friendly geographic Geornal)

 

PRESENTS

The Tempest

It all happened too fast. Endre yelled through the winds “Ready to tack”.  I unhooked my harness, and uncleated the jib sheet, and yelled back “Ready!”  I felt Endre pushed “helm’s-on-lee”, but before I could even shift my weight, I felt the boat stalled and hove.  And in a second the unthinkable happened.

The boat was pushed back by one of the many waves and a gust swung the boom and the main sail all the way ou...

​The herd looked like a bright cloud descending from the skies.  The ground shook with their thunderous gallop as their silver hair floated in the wind.  I will never forget this slow moving scene that has captured both a sense of tremendous power and a sense of unbearable lightness at the same time.

As “prey” animals, the horses have evolved an immensely remarkable fight-or-flight response. 

Known for speed and endurance, the ho...

Where is home?  Although I “know” or at least have an idea of where I happen to be and where my parents or my spouse live, the word “home” is not necessarily tied to a postal address.   In speaking Tagalog language, I use the verb “uwi” (v. to return home) more than the word for “home” (n. tahanan) itself.   Thus, for me “home” is a direction, an orientation, or an essence of “being” more than anything else... more than th...

June 26, 2017

​Déjà vu in the French language means “already seen”.  Coming to Puerto Vallarta’s “old town” did not just feel like I have seen” this landscape” before.  It was as if my reveries (some actively recurring in my mind still and many others from seemingly distant lifetimes ago) have come alive and manifested themselves.

The infinite view of the sun setting into the Pacific Ocean, the creamy white houses on the hillside, the clay t...

The weather is finally warming up. Flower and vegetable seeds have been sowed at our gardens.  And I have finally sorted out (still with some regrets) my long resistance to possessing a “Class 5” driver’s license (public transit advocacy).  Thus, I drove (with slight annoyance but otherwise confidently) into the Kananaskis Provincial Park where we will attempt an eleven (11) km of “moderate trail” to Nihahi Ridge.

Parking lots w...

What has always upset me in this world is the obsession on zero-sum games where there can only be one winner and that winner takes it all. It is strictly binary, 1 or 0.  And people seem to replicate and actively seek out this “story” and “narrative” all the time, even in notions of "good and evil".  Do we only have 2 choices in this world really?

This binary frightens me more than all these violence (from all political sides)...

She greeted us from the front of her Clinic and home in Zitacuaro, the most adorable and charming woman Opthalmologist we have ever met.  (Dra) Silvia Gonzales Anguiano (a cousin of our dear friend, Sergio) embraced us without any questions, except for how our trip has been so far and if we were hungry.   Fresh from sailing around the Pacific coast of Puerto Vallarta, Silvia’s very thoughtful planning helped us greatly transition an...

BEYOND WORDS

As I write this reflection, I know already how much this will fail to articulate and capture the precious and sacred moments, and the unprecedented levels of happiness, love, mind-blowing revelations, some struggles, discipline, kindness, gut-churning, visions, energies, friendships, and peace that came as an assault, that came so suddenly, and sometimes came so fleetingly, to me and to my life as I thought I knew it dur...

We woke up at 5:10 AM and had something warm to drink. We turned the navigational lights on and we motored across Banderas Bay.  I was on night watch.  The crescent moon lit the way.  We encountered 2 Pangas that were barely lit.  With one of them having a faint blue LED light on.

The fisherman seem to have been asleep.  We also saw some anchored sailboats without lights on.  Dangerous people!

It was a beautiful si...

We woke up in a strange position from our bow and stern anchors.  The currents or the winds must have shifted, and we could not align our boat properly to retrieve any of the anchors.

We decided to release the stern anchor first.  We tied the line to a fender to mark it.   But just as we were working on the bow anchor, the windlass clutch stopped engaging!  Paul got his boat’s Manual and we realized that most of the text were in Fren...

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