I have never been much of an active-adventure traveler.    I don’t feel the need to wear myself thin everyday having to take in every market stall, temple, mountain and lake  to feel that I’ve made the most of my time on this planet and die a happy man without regrets.  I am a surfer and have spent many of the last years seeking out waves in place widespread and exotic from Morocco to Mexico,  Indonesia to Ipanema, San Diego to Sri Lanka.  And when I arrive I usually plunk my bags down for months at a time and only concern myself with the patch 200m in front of my face.  I have been accused of sloth, and while Read more