The Leisure Letter

Having slipped so far into reveries of Cook’s landing, perhaps too far, allow me to retrace my steps and divulge in finer detail the patient, persistent motions of fishing the beautiful waters of Kona. There was the slow and steady...

I’ve heard it more than once . . . Vividly conveyed along the wharf at Dana Point, among the looming Hatteras Yachts of Rudee Inlet in VB, even whispered on the docks of Palm Beach and Key West, that Kona,...

Ah, the sweet serenity of island life. That salty breeze and lulling song and splash of waves. Perpetual vistas of sand and sea. Oh – the pineapples! Oh – the coconuts! Take what will of these bountiful waters. Pluck what...

For a few thousand pesos you can charter one of the small boats that anchor off the tourist beach just outside the town of La Paz. It comes equipped with a cooler, a sturdy shade structure, and a sun-brutalized captain...

There we were in the middle of the straits at high noon, Santo and I, not quite shipwrecked but floating without wind, the engine seized up and the schools of scaly fish swimming all around us. Lurking in the depths...

Finding a dose of simplicity in the jungle by the sea.

The five us piled into one of the modest airport rentals on the outskirts of La Paz, a kind of tuna can on wheels in which we loaded our share of luggage and film equipment for the shoot. By then...