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Lia enggan jadi DJ

Lia enggan jadi DJ bogel. Ini pula kisah selebriti dari luar iaitu Indonesia. Seorang model seksi terkenal di sana, Lia atau nama betul nya, Apriliana memberi sedikit pendedahan mengenai dunia deejay Indonesia. Ingin tahu apa yang didedahkan oleh Lia...
by JOEY39 DOT NET on May 12, 2013

Selkie Rides Again

The new owner walked down the dock and as we came into view he threw up his arms and shouted “Selkie!” Two days of grueling travel hadn’t dampered his excitement for his new boat. Before we parted ways he handed us a beautiful, hand...
by Controlled Jibe on Apr 25, 2013

A Matter of Perspective

*Our apologies to those email subscribers who received this post prematurely a few weeks ago* We were stuck in Puerto Escondido, waiting out yet another norther (the one that clocked in at 39 knots), and we had to fill our days with something other t...
by Controlled Jibe on Apr 13, 2013

A Bad Omen: Robbed Again-Part 3

As was mentioned before in Bri and Rob’s post describing the Curse of the Chinese Lantern, we have had a run of very bad luck. After the manhunt and a somber day of watching Bri and Rob change all their passwords and cancel all their accounts,...
by Controlled Jibe on Apr 9, 2013

A Bad Omen: The Militant Canadian – Part 2

As told in the previous post, the trail of the thief ended that morning in front of a high fenced, gringo laden RV park in the middle of nowhere. We were greeted by the owner, a white haired old guy with a gold chain, a billfish tournament t-shirt, a...
by Controlled Jibe on Apr 7, 2013

A Matter of Perspective

*Our apologies to those email subscribers who received this post prematurely a few weeks ago* We were stuck in Puerto Escondido, waiting out yet another norther (the one that clocked in at 39 knots), and we had to fill our days with something other t...
by Controlled Jibe on Apr 7, 2013

A Bad Omen: Footprints Of A Thief – Part 1

I used to track animals quite often back in Montana. I would track deer for the pragmatic necessity of the hunt. I would track weasels for the opportunity to hone an archaic and esoteric skill. I would track mountain lions for the adrenalin. On April...
by Controlled Jibe on Apr 6, 2013

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by secongds on Apr 5, 2013

A Bad Omen And The Worst Week Of The Trip

Let me start this story by stating that I have long been a non believer. Superstition, witchcraft and other belief systems that are light on evidence and heavy on faith generally bring out the scientific skeptic in me. But two days ago, I felt the wr...
by Controlled Jibe on Apr 4, 2013

Shark Attack…or Sharks Get Attacked

  We were scanning the East Cape coastline, waiting to get another glimpse of a shadow of a roosterfish, when two pangas began heading our way. They gunned it right before they hit land and launched themselves high up onto the sand, an expeditio...
by Controlled Jibe on Apr 1, 2013

Alaska Bound? No Thank You!

  So, Mark and Katie keep talking about this place called Alaska and how special it is and how amazing it’s going to be. Well, naturally I got excited. I mean, dolphins, whales and sea lions are kind of what I live for these days. Throw in...
by Controlled Jibe on Mar 25, 2013

Looking Back At Our Time Aboard

Someone recently asked us: “How did you make the decision to live on a boat?” And someone else asked: “What will you take away from this trip?” It was a road trip to Bellingham in September of 2011, the Pacific Ocean in our re...
by Controlled Jibe on Mar 16, 2013

Not A Sasquatchfish – An Oarfish!

Drumroll please.  We’ve talked with three different biologists that all came to the same separate conclusion about our sea monster sighting (if you missed it, see the post with video and photos here). What we saw, according to all the experts,...
by Controlled Jibe on Mar 13, 2013

Can Sasquatch Swim: Sea Monster Sighting

  The sea was glassy calm, an eerie occurrence in itself for late January, so we were motoring along making our way towards Isla San Jose. 100 yards away, two tentacles arose from the depths and slowly bobbed about, dangling and turning in the a...
by Controlled Jibe on Mar 8, 2013

Beseiged By Our Brethren

The norther had blown hard for three days, and while the birdwatching had been good, we were really waiting for Friday morning when the wind would lay and all those hungry birds that had been hunkering down would come out to feast. Friday morning cam...
by Controlled Jibe on Mar 6, 2013

Rattlesnake Training: The Sequel

  The arroyo at Los Gatos was at first large, wide and open, gravel bottomed and easy to see our surroundings. Perfect for our morning bird walk. But as we gained elevation the arroyo began to close in, the mesquite and ironwood thick on both si...
by Controlled Jibe on Feb 28, 2013

100 Birds

  It took exactly three months and four days to do it, but we finally hit the century mark. The Varied Bunting, tucked in tight among the mesquite that overhung the little freshwater spring, flitted about and gave us just enough time to get a go...
by Controlled Jibe on Feb 24, 2013

Sailboats Not Welcome?

Our stopover in Puerto Escondido was supposed to last for two days, just long enough to fill our tanks and buy groceries for the next month long leg to La Paz. Two days ended up being nine days as a nasty norther blew through, bringing winds that wer...
by Controlled Jibe on Feb 22, 2013

Mysterious Ocean of Red

We’ve seen it a few times now, sometimes in sheltered bays and sometimes well offshore over hundreds of feet of water. It appears in well defined plumes, clouds of a blood red substance in the water running in huge streaks, sometimes stretching for...
by Controlled Jibe on Feb 20, 2013

Thank You Wylie

The north wind blew all night and it blew even harder when we woke the next day. Selkie was getting rocked all around in the chop that was building in the quarter mile fetch between us and the shoreline, and as we ate our breakfast we both wondered i...
by Controlled Jibe on Feb 17, 2013
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