The quaint airport has more the feel of an open air airport in the Philippines than one of Philadelphia. I take a deep breath in and head to the rental.. “Now what?”
Along the boiling shores of Southern Mexico’s Oaxaca Coast are a string of bohemian beach villages known for surfing, meditation and voyeuristic crabs. Three compadres: el Guapo, el Guerrero and el Buzo descend upon the sleepy towns on a mezcal-fueled roadtrip.
A desert deluge has stranded two Englishwomen in Marrakech. With nowhere else to turn, they seek higher ground and Moroccan spirits at a jazz bistro. And, inexplicably, they plot an incredible heist.
Myths have been made within the fabled corridors of Bimini Big Game Club by legendary storytellers since before Hemingway held court here. Today, Jimmy Kraken and his Bimini Crackers continue the tradition.
“It’s not legal to drink in public. I’ve seen it done, but rarely. Colombo was supposed to have a rich history of ‘dodgy bars’. History turns out to be the operative word. Yet such places do exist.
For a strongly prohibitive alcohol culture, Sri Lanka makes a damn fine lager.”