Pura Vida in Costa Rica with Heather, and Pants aka J Rock aka Jackie aka JjjaaaCQueLINUH (said in a very French, high pitched, haughty, pearl clutching kind of way). What do I do if I encounter a Jaguar? What is that demonic screaming snarling sound? No but like actually…what makes that sound? What do IContinue reading “How to Survive a Jaguar Encounter in Tortuguero”
We drove around Sri Lanka from Colombo to Kandy to Nuwara Eliya to Hikkaduwa in the back seat of his sedan, chatting occasionally and lazily while staring out at the lush hillsides, careening around the never-ending switchbacks, through tea plantations that convey a feeling of being transported to British Ceylon circa 1830.
Zanzibar is the place to go if you want to lose yourself, in a paradise that envelopes you in their culture and makes you feel like you could exist there and not want for anything, except the occasional blast of air conditioning and a lifetime supply of SPF 100.
I haven’t published a blog post in ages and the main reason for that is, I had been battling immigration in Czech Republic from May 2018 until November 2018 and am currently battling with Canadian Immigration because they have refused 3 Visa applications for my legally married husband. I would like to point out thatContinue reading “The Lie Canada Tells Itself (And the World)”
Nairobi and Masai Mara, Kenya First Impression: I’ve been to Nairobi 3 times, the first time I couchsurfed and stayed with a local guy in Umoja and I can attest to that being a unique AF experience, but I can’t recommend anything from that trip because it would be unwise to suggest you go toContinue reading “Quick Guide Nairobi and Masai Mara, Kenya”
Once in awhile something comes along that gives me a very unusual sense of regret, like when I discovered quick dry towels and thought about how many times on past trips I’d brought along a tiny hand towel and had awkward communal shower moments trying to pull on a pair of leggings even though IContinue reading “Sygic Travel App Review”
After 2 hours, Mohammed turned around and said “let me introduce you to your African massage” Having heard this phrase before, I groaned, poor Jackie and Andrea had no idea, until the wheels hit the gravel and we proceeded to bounce and vibrate along the road, the whole van shaking ferociously, threatening to dislodge essential working parts and break apart completely.