The Internet has gone down but I have to document this for posterity and somehow get it up later. It’s 9pm thursday night. A massive lightning storm has hit. The rain is so hard it’s coming through the roof of the temple and blowing in from the sides. A search party went out to assess

I’ve been out here 3 weeks now and it has been gob-smacking. In the way you’d expect yes, but far more in unexpected ways. Every day I have to let go of control and the desire to control my life more and more. My laptop, my tool of trade, died in the first week. I

I just successfully navigated 4 faffing very grumpy, premenstrual women who doubted my sense of direction the entire time through thick and winding jungle in pitch dark, torrential rain, close lightning strikes and screaming, on paths that had become rivers and steep boulders to climb down the volcano for over an hour each way… to

My heart was sticky with a bellyfull of grief and loss so dark and heavy I found it hard to gather the energy to lift my feet and walk. But I started moving slowly through jungled streets to the edge of the island, stepping into the huge lake. The water around my ankles felt soft

This is our temporary kitchen setup. Its such a cute little shack but its going to be torn down once the big one is complete so I wanted to capture it for posterity. More videos from Ometepe Island