With Sainte-Chapelle’s stained glass delights still dancing in my memories I began to follow the signposts to its neighboring sight-seeing giant, Notre Dame. Reflecting on the unwelcome prospect of wading through the forecasted crowds I quickly found myself sending out a ping on the Distraction Radar. There! The glint of a small brass object shook my sight from the windows of an animated cafe and I found myself inspecting a beautiful bicycle bell. Enamoured with how it shined it was an easy decision to photograph it. One shuffle for a different angle through my lens revealed that it was observing me just as intently! Laughing at the discovery I gleefully captured our impressions of each other. Continue reading “Travel Selfies: 8 Ways to up Your Game”
Carefully easing open a small gap in my sleeping bag I glanced left and right from the cozy shadows. A flash of fur! Snapping the hole shut I giggled as rapid snuffling worked it’s way up and down the lining of my sleeping bag searching for openings. Whenever one was discovered a cold, black nose came wiggling through until I sealed the hole. Getting warm from all the exercise I popped my torso free and braced for the onslaught of puppy excitement. A bundle of fur and energy instantly flew into my lap where it squirmed in my headlock. Xena grinned up at my face before springing free and continuing her ricocheting race around the tent. Continue reading “Waterton National Park: Hiking”
Embedded in every human being is an instinctual terror of spaces that fail to stimulate our senses. When the woods go quiet. When we can’t place what we are tasting. Or can’t quite register what is crawling across our skin. But the greatest fear of all bubbles to the surface when we lack sight. As a curtain of clouds swallowed the view atop the Snub I marvelled at how suppressed that fear seemed inside of me. Was it experience or lack of it, which was generating this quiet confidence? Continue reading “The Snub: Hiking in Glen Clova, Scotland”
My lungs reduced to waterballoons. Calves set on fire. Flecks of snow turned to stray sparks across the skin. The wind icing my bones. The euphoria of looking out from flying lands. Beds of moss abounding. The sun a welcome friend checking in. Sips of water tickling my throat. Some harsh hiking this time around. Continue reading “Highland Hiking: Loch Brandy”
I marched to the nearest place to sit, the concrete biting my spine as I collapsed on the back steps of the mall. Clutching my knees as I fought back the tears threatening to spring free I looked up at the dying sunlight feebly reaching over nearby buildings.
“I just, I ju-sometimes I feel trapped!” I sputtered.
“There’s so much I want to see! So much of the world I NEED to see!”
I glanced at J who’d quietly settled down beside me. Behind a curtain of curls she whispered, “so you want to leave me?”
Don’t volunteer abroad because you have time during a gap year.
Don’t volunteer abroad because you want to build your CV.
Don’t volunteer abroad because you want to travel too.
Why volunteering abroad is largely nonsense. Continue reading “Volunteering abroad: a message to youth”
Wobbling slightly on tiptoes I lifted my head as high as possible to take in the sight before me. The street stretched wide ahead and narrowed to my left. On the walls of stout harbour homes a glow grew in strength and height. It slid across the white walls, heralding the arrival of the Stovehaven Fireball Swingers. Continue reading “Stonehaven Fireball Swingers: Hogmanay”
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It all started in the sleepy city of Kamloops, British Columbia, Canada in 2013. I was from Alberta and studying in B.C. meant a new world in my little small-town-girl head. For three years I enjoyed exploring the city, but I began to itch for something new. Bigger. Farther. Cheaper?
It was time to take off the training wheels.
I left for Thailand. Then I left for England. Then I left for Scotland. From each base of operations I explored the surrounding countries. It’s slow going, but it’s sustainable and I’m happy. My life has been one big adventure novel, with some ups and some downs!
I hope this website is an enjoyable, useful tool for you on your own journeys. Or perhaps it will inspire you to explore your own world—however big or small!
Remember, adventure is at your door. Go Greet It.
Noowwwww. Unless it’s like 5 am and there’s a volcano erupting nearby (but hey, if you’re a volcano expert with a zoom lens then don’t let the time stop you!).
If you have any questions, want to suggest a local event or simply must-have-that-fabulous-picture-for-your-desktop you can contact me through my twitter feed @doorsteptravel or my email firstname.lastname@example.org
Thanks for visiting!
And remember. There are times for beautiful pictures and there are times for terrible selfies!