Believe it or not, Canuckistan does not have a national bird. The debate about what it should be has been raging for years, more fiercely in fact than most debates rage in this country of begging-your-pardon pacifists. Suggestions have ranged from the common loon to the snowy owl, the anonymous grey jay to the Canada… Continue reading All about Canuckistan’s national bird
I don’t know a Canuckistani who hasn’t heard of their premier thrift store chain Value Village – either having donated something to it, or bought something from it. Even I was schlepped off to their branch in Prince George in northern BC to stock up on cheap and second-hand wintry goods when I first lived in Canuckistan in 2013. I must… Continue reading High jinx fashion at the village of value
I’ve been genuinely impressed with the German airline Lufthansa on this trip to Canuckistan. Amongst other things, their flight attendants were uber-friendly and funny to boot, always ready with a tongue-in-cheek response for this cantankerous traveller. I don’t think I’ve been this impressed with flight attendants before. Ever. And the slick show they choreographed with… Continue reading When the vegans tried to commandeer the skies and forced me to join them
It’s been a year since I blogged here, but I’m back. For those of you who are visiting for the first time, the name of this blog is Cruising Canuckistan but it could just as easily have been called Chronicles of the Consummate Globetrotter, as you will see as you read on … I left O.R.… Continue reading Of trashy romance novels and outdated wills
I’d always been warned not to fly via the USA. Stories of delayed flights, rude staff, lost luggage and chaotic customs had all terrified me into avoiding America’s skies like the plague. But this trip saw me flying on a United Airlines ticket. Only one of the legs – to Los Angeles – would be… Continue reading More chronicles of a peripatetic shutterbug
I still can’t believe what an idiot I was! And with that one sentence a myriad of images flooded your mind about what I could possibly have done? Well, it’s this you see … It’s sometimes easier to do the impossible than to do the embarrassing. Ashleigh Brilliant Shortly after arriving in Canuckistan I took… Continue reading One of my most imbecilic performances ever
This was one of the first blogposts I wrote after moving to Canuckistan in 2013. I thought it was worth revisiting (something I plan on doing every Thursday while I’m here – looking back at some of my blogposts from back then.) I’ve edited it slightly, but you will get the point … ________________________ So, before I moved over… Continue reading Throwback Thursday: These Canucks are crazy, I tell ya!
I feel for my friends the Steenkamps in Vancouver, I really do. They are the ones that always get me at my most bushy-tailed and bright-eyed as I arrive from South Africa via Europe. As if. It is they, the most patient of families, who get to struggle with the jet-lagged zombie that emerges through the yawning doors at… Continue reading Vancouver, the town that helped vanquish my vicious jet lag
Yesterday afternoon, two hours late, I left Vancouver in the People’s Republic of Canuckistan bound for Africa – that dark, dangerous continent that harbours so many nefarious no-gooders. All went quietly (although very slowly) on the flight over to Frankfurt, which is where I’m sitting now – waiting for my connecting flight in 10 hours… Continue reading A bomb you say?
After a long, emotion-filled love/hate relationship with Facebook, during which time I maintained three different profiles, I stepped away from it all several months back. And, honestly, most of the time I don’t miss it at all. Sometimes, though, when in need of a good old laugh, I wish I could just log on and troll… Continue reading You can’t fix stupid but you can ROFL at it
Is it possible that these two teens, as delightful as they are, could really transform their faces into something as spine-chilling as this. Clearly, they could… and with no effort at all.
A few weeks ago a large chunk of the church went away on our annual family camp. While there I took this photo of three of the baby boys “enjoying” each other’s company. How would you caption this hilarious pic?
It’s hard to describe this child and all that she means to me. She’s ridiculously funny, but also incredibly caring. It is going to be difficult to say goodbye to many people when I eventually leave Canuckistan but my favourite, hilarious, three-year-old will be one of the most difficult. Here’s the dirty-faced clown, who is always up… Continue reading The three-year-old with a face for theatre
So, seriously, Canuckistan, with all its political correctness, confuses me. Almost daily. And then this evening, while attending graduation here in town, I went in search of a bathroom and found this door (below). And that just sent my brain into a spiral, ultimately solving nothing for my burning bladder. So what is an “Opposite Gender Room”… Continue reading Huh?