Enjoying a smooth Cohiba cigar in the beautiful rooftop garden outside my room in Havana, Cuba.
I thought I had it made in Hawaii after a 37-year career in journalism, but when the retirement recliner started chafing my butt, I packed up and hit the road in 2016. Now I’m a senior solo traveler, looking for fun, adventure, fulfillment and friends around the world, staying alive by not staying still. I’ve hiked and biked in the Peruvian Andes, jumped over waterfalls in Guatemalan jungles, rode motos in the wild streets of Hanoi and Saigon, and explored the swampy depths of the Mekong Delta. I've traveled through the Amazon jungle on cargo boats from Ecuador to Brazil, and poled up the Columbia River in Belize to work on a traditional Mayan farm. I drank with Berliners at German beer fests, hung with the hooligans at a futbol match in Medellin, Colombia, and sat in the Mexican team's dugout at the Caribbean World Series of Baseball in Culiacan, Mexico. I played the black market cigar game in Havana, bought legal pot in The Netherlands, negotiated for some not so legal stuff elsewhere, and invariably have gone where I was advised not to go. I've made friends and found love everywhere I've gone, and I discovered how good life is if you make it that way.