Cowichan_Émigré: meilleur a deux
Non-Smoker with Athletic body type
Portland, Oregon
69 year old Male, 5' 9" (175cm), Other
Caucasian, Leo
Cowichan_Émigré is looking for a relationship.
Masters Degree

scoping out a tourism spot 8/15

I am Seeking a Woman For Long Term
Needs Test Not Completed Chemistry Not Completed
Do you drink? Socially Do you want children? Undecided/Open
Marital Status Widowed Do you do drugs? No
Hair Color Mixed Color Eye Color Hazel
Do you have a car? Yes Do you have children? All my kids are over 18
Longest Relationship Over 10 years How ambitious are you? Somewhat Ambitious
Pets No Pets Second Language French

About Me
2015 was an unusually away year: 6 months in the Philippines as a PCV and an unexpected gift of 6 weeks in Tanzania assessing coffee co-ops. Now that i'm returned it's time for a profile makeover; out with the old and more on moving exclusively into the present and describing current events – from which you dear reader must draw your own conclusions. The details of my interests and routines, you can find below. ]

my latest escapade - a just returned from consultancy in Tanzania - first in prose: i was determined to stay awake longer last night but jet lag closed my book at 8 only to awake a while at midnight. bird song cacophony is delicious to sleep to - peacocks as i learned the next morning; others joined the chorus - guineau fowl (pintard in w africa), a pair of really striking, gold fluff topped and amazing coloured blue and yellow i-forget-the-names but they ride on the same pencil thin, knobby kneed legs as do the storks. others are singing hidden in the darkness. once awake, i thread my way over to the lodge, pass the night guard asleep in his chair, and use the staff kettle to heat water for coffee in the deserted kitchen.  the usual suspicion of light was absent when i walked back to my cabin; clouds meaning more rain today. i have my first interview this afternoon

and poems:
the night was crowded with sound.
the rip of 2 pronged birdsong
sung in stanzas of 3.
a ragged chorus repeated
till joined by 1st prayer
delivered at dawn;
covered by 1st light and memory.
i'm home

my updog
caught monkeys
tree jumping
through open space -
air borne yogis.

and an earlier adventure:
I left the Philippines in late august, after spending 6 months as a peace corps volunteer promoting eco-tourism in a small town on Panay island. I learned much in the process, but overall it was a mixed experience - both rewarding (especially the people and my terrace overlooking the Sulu Sea) and frustrating (dealing with the bureaucratic municipality and prevailing lack of work ethic). I will miss the slurp of sea hitting the beach and some of the most gorgeous sunsets I’ve ever enjoyed. Plus some really fantastic storms. The best times were spent in the mountain barangays – where isolation and poverty are the norm but the beauty overwhelming and the work rewarding. The photos reflect my last excursion - three days in the rain revisiting the eco-trail traced while I was there.

How shall I know her? by the volumes of poems she inspires. 

Conversation Starters (i.e. what you'd like to do on a first date...)
an opportunity to determine if the click is there and [more importantly]a the commonness of purpose/values and compatibility