The Naughty Way to Catch a Taxi in Havana

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I twisted around to get a better view of my suspicions… discovering it was far worse than I could have guessed.  A giant bruise had formed on my ass, and through my laughter I fell in love with Havana that much more.

Prostitutes and Gummi Bears – On a Quest for Cuban Cigars

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The rusty red lada sped through the bustling Havana streets. It was dark, I had no idea where I was, and I had just given my last pesos to a prostitute and a couple of young men. Another story not to tell my mother I thought as I sat back and the four of us drove off into the night. I blame Alex, … Read More

No Flies on Us

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I have a friend who lives in Malawi. Her name is Tamala, and she’s 7.  She became my friend after I sat through a banquet listening to a heart-wrenching story by a famous Canadian who works tirelessly to raise awareness about AIDS and the plight of the impoverished African children.  He spoke of a little girl, who when asked what … Read More

Unplugged

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I have a little problem. I am always plugged in. Whether it’s facebook, email, instagram or plain old having my laptop open, somewhere along the line this Luddite fell off the wagon.  I remember tantrums in college, trying to figure out this whole ‘internet’ thing. I skipped every Monday morning 8am computer class declaring that no good can come of these new … Read More

Secret Handshakes

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As though some cruel twist of fate, it is my job to tell people not to wander off. Working for a nature reserve, I am tasked with constant outreach to our visitors, explaining why it is so very important to remain on the trail, obey the rules, stay safe and behave yourself. I have created signage and newsletter articles preaching … Read More

Breadcrumbs

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The rain drizzled as we approached the cemetery, the morning cold, bleak and dreary, yet the excitement and mystery that lay ahead of us was enough to keep me warm. We passed through the gates and looked for our first clue. I spotted it first, a green arrow, sprayed on the green path. We were on our way. Passing faded … Read More

Africa Time

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Written as a featured travel story for Planeterra Foundation, part of G Adventures “What time will we have lunch?” I asked our guide, Amos. The answer should have been obvious. “Lunch will be at lunch time,” he replied. Of course.  This is Africa; I submitted to it wholeheartedly and had the time of my life. Traveling to Africa had always been … Read More

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