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A few months ago I got elephant snot on my arm. Normally, any sort of mucus in my general vicinity is quite appalling. I can’t even stand to be around myself when I have a little sniffle. But in this case, I was pretty impressed about it all. An elephant, in all her...Read More
I was doomed from the very first moment I saw him. So, I know. I’ve heard it plenty of times, from plenty of worried aunties and concerned friends. “You’ll end up in a snuff video” they say. “We’re going to read about you in the news, and not in a good way,” they...Read More
“I’m going to murder you in your sleep,” growled Rhonda. Normally, my travelling sidekick is a rather nice girl. Kind even. Apparently I had crossed a line. “Oh come on, it’ll be fun! What could possibly go wrong?” She peered over the edge of the 100m high cliff,...Read More
(Part Two of Three– there’s plenty to say about Moldova!) Moldova was an unexpected treat. A beautiful tryst that swept me off my feet when I wasn’t paying attention (I was distracted by the wine.) I’m prone to crushes when I travel – without fail, during each...Read More
(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
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.”