Travel · Writing

About a jalopy’s amazing journey through Canuckistan

What feels like way way way back in June, I arrived in Canuckistan. I stayed down on the lower mainland for a week or so and then flew up to Quesnel in the Cariboo area, where a generous friend (let’s call him “Dave” for the purpose of this blogpost) lent me a car to use… Continue reading About a jalopy’s amazing journey through Canuckistan

Photography · Quesnel · Travel · Writing

Generally just down-to-earth, genuine people

Yesterday I wrote a blogpost about some of the challenges I have had taking photos in a small town here in Canuckistan. And I was given a real dressing down by a friend later who took umbrage at me generalising about Canuckistanis and how impolite and unfriendly they can be. Of course, one should never… Continue reading Generally just down-to-earth, genuine people

Humour · Photography · Writing

My shameful, secret life behind a camera

If you are all about being politically correct, no matter what, please stop reading this post. Equally, if you are fiercely nationalistic, showing an excessive, undiscriminating devotion for your country Canada, please also refrain from reading further. But this post is about Canuckistan, the country through which I’ve been perambulating for the last four months, so… Continue reading My shameful, secret life behind a camera

Me · Random · Writing

In search of a latte, I got dishwashing liquid

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

Humour · Summer · Writing

All about Canuckistan’s national bird

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

Travel · Writing

About chicken legs and a wee whiskey or two in the night

Friends have been asking ad infinitum when I planned on blogging here again. And I haven’t had an answer. Until now. The kick-start I needed came this evening. Firstly, I went for a run. That in itself is noteworthy enough, but what really got heads turning was the fact that I was wearing shorts –… Continue reading About chicken legs and a wee whiskey or two in the night

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