Humour · Me · Photography

One of my most imbecilic performances ever

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

Me · Photography

Finding closure at a lake in Canuckistan

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

Me · Travel

Duck, duck, goose. Hare, hare, moose! I feel so Canucki right now.

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.

Humour · Me · Travel

Vancouver, the town that helped vanquish my vicious jet lag

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

Me

No matter where I go, I’m always “here”

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”

Me · Photography

A year and a half in the life of an immigrant to Canuckistan

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

Humour · Me

Only true love can melt a frozen heart

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

Humour · Me · Winter · Writing

If you aint crashing, you aint skiing

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