It was another long lush drive through Costa Rica on a bus, looking out the window at towns and villages that occasionally broke the stream of green. Jules and I were headed for San Jose, …

The picture to the left was recently sent to me by Tom and Linda, the directors at CloudBridge, the eco-reserve in the cloud forests of Costa Rica. It shows one of their researchers enjoying darts …

There I was, standing in front of an amazing cloud forest waterfall called Catarata Pacifica, one of three beautiful falls in the high jungles of Costa Rica, at the base of Mt. Chirripó, the country’s …

Jules and I waited at Tortilla Flats another twenty minutes, starting to worry our chartered four wheel taxi wouldn’t show. But, a moment later, our driver Jose, his hot red rig, and his cute chihuahua …

Oh, I slept well that night. Filled to the gills with Pilsen, Flor de Caña and Coke the night before, making new friends and playing darts til two in the sleepy surfer town of Dominical, …

A storm blew in that afternoon, turning the sleepy surf town of Dominical on the west coast of Costa Rica into wet wonderland of palm trees and puddles, with a million micro-waterfalls cascading off of …

The soft tips dart machine–the only one I could find in Panama City–blinked to life. Piers, The owner of The Londoner, the British bar in the center of town, said something surprised like, “Look at …

Today marked two months of travel–flying, railing, driving and floating across land and sea from the geysers of Iceland to monuments of Spain to the beaches of Barbados–searching for darts. Now, I had one month …