Getting catty under the Northern Lights
Where am I? Am I on a bus? Why is someone on a PA system telling me stuff about the Northern Lights? Maybe a midnight Northern Lights tour was not the best choice… Continue reading
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Niagara Falls: Eminem v your grandmother in the zombie apocalypse
Something went wrong in Niagara Falls. It’s a place utterly defined by a piece of stunning natural beauty, artwork of the gods, yet is framed by the flabby vultures of casinos, savory as… Continue reading
Did you know Toronto is now bigger than Chicago?
Hello from Toronto! And also, hello from a hostel common room, where we are watching Gone in 60 Seconds, which I am hereby citing as the reason why any of the following sentences… Continue reading
I have a confession to make.
I confess, when I wrote that blog asking if I should go to Peru or Myanmar, I’d pretty much already decided the answer. I was just curious what you’d say. For the language,… Continue reading
~Guest blog from/for my friend Lisa in South Africa
Today I’m reblogging, but wordpress and blogspot don’t seem to allow cross-website reposting. I feel like the proverbial kid whose parents won’t talk to each other. In the summer of 2010, before I’d… Continue reading
Peanut butter and jelly before dawn, with many miles still to go.
I was shaking my head as I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at 4:30 in the morning yesterday. A pbj sounded absolutely disgusting at the moment, and the bread felt cold and… Continue reading
A lesson learned in the worst supermarket on Earth.
A friend did me a favor the other day. He asked my opinion. Everyone loves to feel like an expert, and travelers may be the worst of all, but I am leery of… Continue reading
Riding on top of the world, Ecuador.
It turns out that the quarter-century old impressions of a six year old are not necessarily accurate. Because that was the last time I rode a horse, and I remembered the feel of… Continue reading
The Valley of Eden
The German who told us about Vilcabamba was not young. Nor would she be considered old anywhere but a college campus or youth hostel, but we were in the latter. In a youth… Continue reading
A Home for Everyone. Part 3 of 3. The important part.
The first thing I saw upon waking was a stack of board games that were well-meant donations, though I can’t imagine any of these kids sitting down to a calm and orderly board… Continue reading
