Enjoying a smooth Cohiba cigar in the beautiful rooftop garden outside my room at the Paradise in Cuba Airbnb in Havana.
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. So far 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, trekked through jungles in Borneo looking for orangutan, harvested olives on the island of Crete, and planted corn on a Mayan farm in southern Belize. I drank with Berliners at German beer fests, hung with hooligans at a futbol match Colombia, and sat in the Mexico's dugout at the Caribbean World Series of Baseball. 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. After four years, 20 countries four continents, the pandemic has halted my travels, temporarily, because plans are shaping up. It's too soon to pack it in. now. I've made new friends and found great pleasure everywhere, all the while discovering how good life is if you make it that way.