Packing Essentials Every Girl Needs

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I glance over at the enormous stack of clean laundry, and my over-stuffed dresser. The task that lay before me is far too overwhelming. I should go for a bike ride instead, and it’ll sort itself out. I wish. I’m leaving in a few days for a cram packed road trip. I didn’t mean for my itinerary to get so … Read More

Running Through a Gator Infested Swamp – On Purpose

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“Where are you headed?” the customs officer asked. “I’m off to race through an alligator infested swamp in South Carolina.” He took a moment. I’m not sure it was quite what he expected from a girl in her VW bug, dashboard vase overflowing with daisies and sparkly, lime green birds, late into the night. “Is this one of those endurance … Read More

Third World Buses – First World Fear

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I held on tight. Closed my eyes and begged my brain to imagine one of my happy places, often invoked while at the dentist. My brain did not cooperate – it was too busy forming the words “holy crap, we’re going to die!” Looking back, I think my brain was over reacting. True, buses that wind through the twists and … Read More

The Trouble With Ignoring Your Travel Doc

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  Warning: this post is disgusting, likely falls under the ‘too much information’ heading, and diminishes any hope of me ever dating again. Not that I’d want to… boys have cooties. Read at your own risk.   The choice was clear  –  I would have to cut off my own foot.  I no longer had any desire to keep it, … Read More

It’s Not a Date in Niagara Falls

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“Hey, can you hold this for a sec?”  I turned around to find him down on one knee, smiling hopefully, holding a ring in his outstretched hand. The flashy lights of the arcade came to a stop, at the peak of their brilliance. The beeps and bops of the video games were silenced; the only sound was the whooshing of … Read More

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

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