Tag Archives: Diving & CHillin’

Really Old School Grillin’

And I was about to build a fancy wood grill... Still might though.
And I was about to build a fancy wood grill… Still might though.

Grilling is an integral part of the Diving & Chillin’ ethos. Wherever we travel, there needs to be a grill or at least people willing to sell us things from a grill.  Roadside chicken in The Bahamas, dry rubbed smoked BBQ ribs in St-Martin, doritos crusted lionfish in Honduras, three ways shrimps in Mexico, yes, yes, yes and yes. Does not matter if it is true low and slow barbecue or fast and furious grilling. We don’t discriminate, good meat and heat just can’t be beat. Plus it pretty much equals civilization. Just like beer, shout out to Ninkasi. Read more

Por Cuba Libre!

At Diving & Chillin' the chillin' really does rhyme with readin'.
At Diving & Chillin’ the chillin’ really does rhyme with readin’.

You might be surprised but at Diving & Chillin’ we read. Quite a lot in fact. Our members have extremely varied tastes and when we travel we usually have a mini library between us. From urban fantasy to french literature to history, something for everybody. So from the start I had planned to incorporate book reviews to this site. Read more

Log Book Love

We like log books so much, we print our own.
We like log books so much, we print our own.

As a historian, which I guess I am, I’m a little obsessed with primary sources. As you may know, history is the study of the past (no shit Sherlock), as far as it can be glimpsed through the written word. That’s why prehistory refers broadly to the period before writing was invented, the realm of archaeology, anthropology, paleontology. Read more

Cool Curaçao

No colour correction.
No colour correction at all.

The fireplace was roaring on a cold Saturday morning. I drank my coffee with the infinite mouth pleasure only weekend caffeine or that first big draught of beer can bring. I flipped through the paper, old school, and wondered how future generations would light their fires once newsprint disappeared. Evidently it was an idle sort of morning. Read more