tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70878665302869350042012-02-16T01:25:17.447-08:00T.Caveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087866530286935004.post-35253080061562549332010-03-07T18:04:00.000-08:002010-03-07T18:10:24.368-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTTjzeJqbDk/S5RbTs0e9OI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KT6oeniQjOc/s1600-h/kitchen+party+fun.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446078243404707042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTTjzeJqbDk/S5RbTs0e9OI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KT6oeniQjOc/s200/kitchen+party+fun.bmp" /></a> The town was Boquette, Panama. A small farming town known for its coffee. After an excursion to find natural hot springs that led a group of 9 strangers through a marsh, across a bridge and up and down two rocky hills,the day ended here. In the kitchen. Countless bottles of rum. Canadians, Belgians and a Norwegian. You'd think we had known each other for years, but travellers seem to find common ground anyway they can. No pun intended as the abuelo rum knocked us on our asses. No shortage of a good time though.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087866530286935004-3525308006156254933?l=tcavesphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>T.Caveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087866530286935004.post-2450648622811428582010-03-07T18:01:00.001-08:002010-03-07T18:01:59.287-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTTjzeJqbDk/S5RagEFHCQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dWbxNTlrfyE/s1600-h/poopic.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446077356295260418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wTTjzeJqbDk/S5RagEFHCQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dWbxNTlrfyE/s200/poopic.jpg" /></a> Honduran art at its finest! I found this in a small street-side shop in a Copan, a town near the frontera of Guatemala. The man depicted is much like any of us. Having a squat and doing some thinking. You have to appreciate universal art.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087866530286935004-245064862281142858?l=tcavesphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>T.Caveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087866530286935004.post-24704044248721448762010-02-18T17:54:00.000-08:002010-03-07T17:57:28.577-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTTjzeJqbDk/S5RY28G6y0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Diyei585LUw/s1600-h/CentralAmericaMap.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446075550269098818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTTjzeJqbDk/S5RY28G6y0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Diyei585LUw/s200/CentralAmericaMap.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Central America. My first real taste of travelling, more specifically backpacking. I will never travel any other way. Panama to Mexico. A trip of a life time and an area of the world that will always have a special place in my heart. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087866530286935004-2470404424872144876?l=tcavesphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>T.Caveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087866530286935004.post-73818787343740121872010-02-17T16:10:00.000-08:002010-03-07T18:03:01.651-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTTjzeJqbDk/S38orPw3OEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZXad5zrEDcs/s1600-h/Travelling+the+World.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440111598317811778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTTjzeJqbDk/S38orPw3OEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZXad5zrEDcs/s200/Travelling+the+World.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><em>I want to shuck it</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7087866530286935004-7381878734374012187?l=tcavesphotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>T.Caveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870noreply@blogger.com0