I am staring at the eighty-pound helmet that will encapsulate my head: Will it be as weightless underwater as I am told? And the stingrays are on my mind too: One killed the Australian diver and conservationist Steve Irwin. I am only partially
Standing up is not all that easy, just ask any infant. Or a first time stand-up paddle boarder. I can't exactly remember being an infant, but if recent history with balance-related sports is anything to go by, I have to assume I was one of
"Ohmygawd, you sleep on the floor, they cook over open fires and there are dozens of kids running around," a US friend had warned before I went to spend a night with a local family in Kosrae. "How perfect," I had replied. And it was. This
The International Dateline is one of those travel destinations that often eludes even the hardiest of buckettrippers. It's out there in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, the place where today becomes tomorrow or where yesterday is really today.
I am walking through the middle of a 750,000 gallon fish tank. Sharks and rays and some 2,000 other fish swarm around me as I make my way through a completely clear acrylic tunnel that offers a 360-degree view of the ocean. Under my feet, a reef
The road narrows to a single lane. On my right is a cliff. On my left is the downside of the cliff: No guardrail, and a thousand foot drop into the Pacific. A truck coming the other way thinks it's going to get by me. It doesn't have a choice: There
In terms of financial parity, I am wearing the down payment for a very nice American home around my neck. The pearls are a deep gray black, each one enormous, each glowing with a tinge of color: aubergine, blue, green, pink, silver. Unfortunately, I
Sitting on a scuba diving boat in Pacific Harbour, Fiji, intently listening to the shark dive briefing, I am concerned about the following issues: I'm going to jump into the ocean over a reef where chum consisting of fish guts and