Dreaming of History in Kumasi
Feb05

Dreaming of History in Kumasi

The traffic stood at a stall as I tried to weave my way between the cars while I attempted to enter the historical city of Kumasi, Ghana.  I squeeze my way between a tro-tro and a beat up green and yellow taxi and reach a traffic circle abused by honking horns and gridlocked traffic.  Somehow, I’ve managed to make my way into the grips of a tro-tro station as the amused looks of onlookers also note my mistake. After an hour...

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Getting Cultured in Alert Bay
Jul15

Getting Cultured in Alert Bay

“Why Africa?” people ask me constantly in regards to my choice of next travel destination. “What makes it special?” I always come clean with the details instantly, as if they are rehearsed.  I love the fact that there are such deep and meaningful cultures that exist in Africa; and I love the fact that there is such a huge diversity of tradition stuffed into small areas. “There are over 100 languages in...

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Holding Tight to the Roots in Tofino
Jul05

Holding Tight to the Roots in Tofino

I still remember the first time I heard about Tofino.  It was about 10 years ago and the conversation went something like this: Dude: “Have you ever heard of this surf town called Tofino?” Me: “No, where is it? Hawaii?” Dude: “It’s on the west coast of Vancouver, actually.  The place is about to go off.  Beautiful beaches, killer waves, and a really cool kind of hippie vibe.  And the best part is...

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Edinburgh: Where McDonald’s and Castles Live Together in Harmony
Apr04

Edinburgh: Where McDonald’s and Castles Live Together in Harmony

Feeling like a character in one of the Shrek films I hike up High Street amused by my surroundings. I peer over my right shoulder and down the hill to see the Queen’s resident comfortably nestled at the bottom. As my head turns to regain its natural position it spots an old pub; the haunts of old men and stories. My tired knees continue to climb as I pass Mary King Close; once host to some of the most storied writers of our...

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Peeling Below the Surface of Belfast in a Black Cab
Mar27

Peeling Below the Surface of Belfast in a Black Cab

As a younger version of myself I remember hearing the stories of Northern Ireland and of Belfast. Those names were synonymous with violence, bombings, rioting and, quite frankly, hatred. But as I wandered the streets of Belfast for 3 days I couldn’t help but wonder where the signs, or perhaps the scars, of those days could be found. The streets flared with nothing but calm and the monotonous shade of brick told to me not a...

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