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(Part One of Three– there’s plenty to say about Moldova!) I had a hunch when the itinerary said I’d be in a wine cellar at 9am the following day that this was going to be good. I had no idea. Welcome to Moldova. I’ll be honest – I had no idea what a Moldova was. A...Read More
Newfoundland had long whispered my name. I can’t decide whether it was the foggy, jagged coastlines, bohemian-coloured homes, witty humour, or I-have-no-idea-what-he-just-said colloquialisms, but I got myself sucked right in. And yep, I even kissed a giant dead fish....Read More
Well this place is an absolute treat for your senses. Whether it’s the jaw-dropping scenery dazzling your eyes, the fresh peaches bursting with flavour in your mouth, or smell of fresh air while horseback riding through a canyon… unless of course you’re...Read More
When approaching Lake Nakuru, Kenya your eyes become confused. You can’t quite tell the where the surface of the lake is, nor can you grasp the foggy blend of pink and white. And if your attention span is anything like mine, you are suddenly distracted by a passing zebra,...Read More
When I turned 37, I challenged myself with a list of 37 tasks to complete during the year. You can catch up over here. This was an easy little adventure as I’m always game for a road trip: throw a dart at a map of Ontario and go there. Originally this item declared I had...Read More
Years before I made it to Scotland, I bought a giant guidebook hoping that it would inspire me to get there someday. I read that sucker cover to cover, highlighting, dog-earing, studying and memorizing every last detail. I knew which pub to haunt, which castle would haunt me,...Read More
Anyone who has sat next to me for more than four minutes knows that this is one of my favourite places on the planet. Mtae is a teeny village high up in the Usambara Mountains in Tanzania. I can’t quite explain what it is about Mtae that captures me, but I suspect...Read More
Thousands of people, arm in arm, singing, swaying, and exuding an aura of peace. Every other person is wearing tie-dye, braid and Birkenstocks are high fashion. Musicians mingle with the audience in the beer tent, colourful people dance as though possessed by fairies. Old...Read More
A few weeks ago I ran away from home. It was a full blown hissy fit. I was mad about life in general and I had quite enough. More specifically, it was a lawn mower inspired temper tantrum. A lying in the middle of the floor, face beet red, feet kicking, fists pounding fit....Read More
So a word about my mom. Ok, maybe a few words. My mom is not a traveler – which is entirely fine. Except when you try to travel with her, and you are like me, a well-seasoned traveler. (Some might say I’m a little impulsive, impatient and keep going until I...Read More
I sure wish I had a proper photo of this one, but I was already pressing my luck. After a full day of travel that wrapped up a whirlwind adventure through western Colorado, I was keen to get home. For as much I love being on the road, there’s something to be said for being...Read More
Ditch the guidebook, follow your heart instead!
Whether it’s wandering through a market in the mountains of Tanzania, or searching out ‘hairy coos’ in the highlands, I am happiest in my hiking boots, defeated by unruly hair and desperate to know what’s around the corner. I’ve worked in both the private and public sector with a focus on treading lightly on the planet, while being dazzled by all that Mother Nature has to offer. My knapsack is always half-packed, my passport sits anxiously by the door, and my camera is locked and loaded, ready for my next adventure.
I have many bad habits. Particularly the inability to decipher between reckless and fun. Follow these tips at your own risk.
Just as important as clean undies and comfy shoes, there are some critical bits that you must bring along when you wander off. Most importantly, a sense of humour. When you are on a bus careening through the Usambara Mountains in Tanzania, standing sock-foot in what you suspect is a warm puddle of vomit, you can either let that wreck your trip (or at least your day) or you can hope that someday you’ll be able to look back on this moment and laugh. I’m still working on it…
My wishlist is as long as the line up at the airport check out counter in Zanzibar. Here are a few ideas that I hope will inspire – if I can’t get there yet, maybe you can!
One thing I firmly believe in, and am ashamed to say haven’t yet fully embraced, is knowing where you’re from before you go. When you’re wandering the streets of an unfamiliar village with a flag patch sewn into your backpack, you have to remember that you are representing where you are from. People will ask about how your place compares to theirs. So have some good answers, from “the town I grew up in has a giant cow statue welcoming visitors” to “We invented peameal bacon. You’re welcome.”