THERE, I’VE SAID IT. I always find myself coming away thinking they’re all the same. You’ve got your sun, sea, sand, sex, UB40 and Bob Marley, coconuts, bananas. Seen one, seen ’em all.
Actually, I mostly just end up extremely sweaty, sun lotion and sand clouding my vision. But I managed to find something more than my usual pessimism. And as I write this from a small wooden boat bound for an equally-small remote Amerindian village in the Guyana jungle, there’s a little part of me that wishes I was back in Costa Rica and Panama, scoffing at the boardshorts but nonetheless capitvated by the weightless gravity of a deserted beach.
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[Note: The author is a Matador Traveler-in-Residence participating in a partnership between MatadorU and Adventure Center. During 2011/12, Adventure Center is sponsoring eight epic trips for MatadorU students and alumni.]