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 I do if I come face to face with such a creature? Why am I walking unaccompanied in… Read More
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.
Biking through the Mekong Delta Motorbikes whizzed past me so close I could feel my nose hairs tingle, most of them carrying loads 5 times the size of a human, on paths wide enough for 1 bicycle. I looked at my friend with raised eyebrows, silently questioning her sanity pondering my decision to ride a bicycle on these paths for the next 4 days. I readjusted my bike shorts, briefly wondering if… Read More
Rolling green hills that go on forever, perfectly maintained roads, no garbage to speak of and volunteers on the roadside sweeping up stray twigs and leaves; Rwanda is quite literally the cleanest country I have ever seen. Not to mention courteous and friendly. We had the pleasure of returning through these same hills a few days later and it was no less striking.
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.
Mbeya,Tanzania The drive to Mbeya from Malawi is all mountains, trees, lake views, and small villages. Mbeya is elevated above the malaria line so it’s cold but the valley is beautiful. Looking at google maps, I realized that Mbeya is settled in The Great Rift Valley which is not really one large trench but a network of similar trenches that extends from Lebanon to Mozambique. I realized that I had been to… Read More
I am terrified of birds, Stanley Park is therefore a terrifying place for an Ornithophobe; there are all the usual suspects: pigeons, seagulls, crows, and tiny birds I cannot name, but there are also massive Canadian Geese and Swans. I saw a tourist chasing a Goose, trying to get the perfect shot, I was both amused and horrified by this scene.