A funny thing happened to me today while cruising Canuckistan for coffee. I walked into my regular café in these parts and stuck my head into the kitchen to say hi, as is my wont. And I just knew, instinctively, that all was not well… One of the bakers was working as a cook, the… Continue reading In search of a latte, I got dishwashing liquid
I was chatting to someone on the way over to Canuckistan earlier this week and, as I was drifting off to sleep, had a revelation. You see, at first she was kind of defensive and cagey, which confused me. Why would anyone be defensive and cagey with someone as affable, nay, positively charming as I?… Continue reading Nah, who are you kidding?
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
WARNING: This is a more serious blog post than normal. Leave now if you prefer photos of kittens, sunsets and old cars! Newly arrived in Canuckistan in the summer of 2013, I visited a lake with friends one perfectly sunny Saturday. As usual, I packed both my camera and bathing suit for the day, and… Continue reading Finding closure at a lake in Canuckistan
There are evenings around here that going cruising in one’s vehicle just won’t do. Cycling is too sweaty and slow and I don’t run any more, especially not with a heavy camera. It’s a good thing that my good friend Tim the welder (not to be confused with Bob the builder) has been generous enough to… Continue reading Cruising Canuckistan on a classic
I may only post this in the morning (Canucki time) but it’s 11.30pm and I am shaken. Not stirred, but quite, decidedly shaken! This afternoon I went to visit some friends outside town, and was heading back along dirt logging roads in the late evening, enjoying sights like this (unedited, as shot with my phone).… Continue reading Duck, duck, goose. Hare, hare, moose! I feel so Canucki right now.
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
By now you will have realised that I’m not blogging here anymore, as my last perambulation in the People’s Republic of Canuckistan was over a month ago. However, if you’d like to follow my (mostly mundane) rambling wherever it takes me next, come on over to my new home Living Vicariously As A Peripatetic Shutterbug. So,… Continue reading No matter where I go, I’m always “here”
Mid May 2013 I left home bound for a tiny town up in the Cariboo, somewhere in western Canuckistan. I spent a few weeks in Europe, just to help acclimatise to life out of Africa, before flying to Vancouver at the beginning of June. And now, in just over a month, I will be leaving –… Continue reading A year and a half in the life of an immigrant to Canuckistan
My name is Robin. I’m 44-years-old; single; never married; nursing a frozen heart for so long I barely remember when last it was not. Frozen. But in 2013 I fell in love. Painfully; unexpectedly; hardly. I’ve never told anyone this because, well, most people just wouldn’t understand. I have friends and family that would have… Continue reading Only true love can melt a frozen heart
So far I have learnt to play a form of hockey, gone skiing, been on a sleigh ride and caught fish through a hole in the ice in the past month. After all, I was told that if one didn’t get active and into the fresh air in winter that one could go a little… Continue reading The final winter activity: Snowshoeing
The most obvious winter sport for me to have tried (apart from hockey and ice-fishing) would have to be skiing. Not the cross-country type, which involves gliding gracefully along beautifully manicured tracks. No, I’m talking terrifying, eye-watering, hair-raising downhill (skiing) … I have skied once before – as an 18-year-old exchange student, when I was… Continue reading If you aint crashing, you aint skiing
I had a post ready to go, and then changed my mind as I was about to hit “publish”. It had to do with listening to that inner voice – the one that either gives one peace about something or … doesn’t. Too often I don’t listen to it, but tonight I did … And… Continue reading Happy New Year, wherever you are
Selfie: A photograph that one takes of oneself, typically one taken with a smartphone or webcam and uploaded to a social media website. A ridiculous practice of narcissism.