I think deep down transportation has always been my favourite aspect of travelling. My earliest travel memories are of the looming noses of planes, little windows with atmospheric wonders, cars — a constant from home — rumbling along through alien landscapes and subway trains being spit out of tunnels. When I think of Bangkok, motorcycle taxies — the little worker-ants of the city — often surface in my memories. However, after exploring the National Museum of Royal Barges my imagination has been chewing on thoughts of parading down the rivers surrounded by the golden boats of the kingdom. Continue reading “National Museum of Royal Barges: Bangkok, Thailand”
“Whoa! Look at that glow! I’ve never seen it like this before!” I chatter, bouncing in place as the red signal glares across the street. Shadows are beginning to form at the bottom of the Berliner Dom.
Green flashes and J laughs as I sprint across the stripes. Snap. Snap. Snap.
“I’m going to the top! I want to see the city lit by the sunset!”
Huffing up the steps while begging my legs to carry me to the top in time I dash onto the first layer of the viewing deck. Where’s the exit? Where? Where? Where? There! With a twist of the final doorknob I stumble into the sky.
The heat hammered the pavement, slamming against our skin from both directions. Leaning forward in my seat I stretched my hand toward our tiny sidewalk table and the glorious beer it bore. The small glass was slick from the moisture gathering on its sides. I clutched it tightly. I’m typically not a huge fan of beer, but I’m quickly learning the drink is a godly reprieve from my advanced melting-into-a-puddle condition. I’m telling you, heat is kryptonite to us Canadians.
Here’s how I toured the city. Comfortably. Continue reading “How To Visit Seville Without Melting”
Ahahaha. This is still super funny after an afternoon of editing and a night of fitful sleeping. Sorry for not including a write-up when I first posted this, I was too busy slugging off to bed with a faucet for a nose, a head full of cotton and limbs creaking in protest… Jeez I sound like a scarecrow left in the rain!
This video was totally worth the push though. I might have constantly laughed myself into coughing fits, and the resulting soft berating from my partner, but this was definitely worth it.
They say laughter is healthy and I’m feeling better already! So whether you’re ill or healthy, active or taking a break, I hope you find this video as funny as I do and it helps brighten your day!!!!! Enjoy! Continue reading “Goofing Off At Go Ape Aberfoyle”
I peered into the water, edging closer to study the colours. A deep, dark blue bled into purple, which blended into a blood-red that faded into a vibrant yellow at my feet. It was strangely reminiscent of Microsoft Powerpoint gradient images. Around me a wall of stone was slowly crumbling into the rainbow lake at its heart. A mossy green crept around the fragmented stones. I shook my head. It’s strange to know that biology is not the source of this vibrant scene. Continue reading “Visiting Tharsis Mine (’cause rainbows)”
The murmur from the streets slipped into the house as J and I stepped out under the stars. The soft orange light from the street lamps failed to mask the night sky completely. Under the glow the streets were awash with activity. Neatly dressed women glided by behind baby-carriages. Their laughter mingled with the boisterous discussions sounding out from the tables scattered about the main street. Savory food hissed on grills every few meters.
El Rompido glimpsed during the day looked like a ghost town—but as the cool air of the night began to settle in everyone spilled out of their homes and the village was reborn. Without fail I was amazed by the transformation of this small seaside village each and every evening. Continue reading “10 Things I Have Learned About Spain And Spaniards”
Wow. Were medieval rooms really this… colourful? I tipped my head quizzically, as though I thought a new angle would correct what spread before me. Vibrant red, blue and gold encircled the room. It hung from the walls, sprawled across the floor and extended toward me on islands of furniture.
“Colour was expensive. Only the homes of nobles and royalty would have been adorned in these rich colours,” my partner, J, said over my shoulder.
And yet, right then, vibrancy floated freely around the room on the backs of the modern visitors to this medieval scene.
One day I want to experience a mist thick enough to conceal my outstretched hand. It will be the grandfather of all the foggy nights described in the fairytales of my youth. Nothing will entertain my sight except my vivid imagination. I almost experienced that sensation recently. The fog settling in to greet me at the Cliffs of Dover was a youngster aiming to please, but not quite legendary. Still, as it swallowed up my sister and gluttonously gobbled down my partner too I found myself left in an impressively tiny sphere of existence. Soon my only company was the squelch of mud under my boots and the soft smell of wild grass bathing in dew.
Until the shadows began to emerge from the misty curtains.
On Friday, as I quickly scrolled down my Facebook wall—ducking and dodging through the yips of automatic videos starting up—I began to pick up on a pooled topic of discussion.
“In honour of sibling day… Happy sibling day! I love my siblings…” whispered my Internet friends from the ether.
And so, for fear of drowning in anti-social practices, I figured I’d jump on the boat and write my own Sibling Day tribute in a post about the value of inviting a relative to your new/old homeland! Are you bored with your surroundings? Invite someone with fresh eyes to spend their holiday with you! It’s amazing how they put the glitter back into the kingdom.