It’s good to have a routine. It gives us comfort. It fills in the guesswork. Doe Bay Fest gave us routine. Every morning, we would wake up to Bloody Marys made by Kevin. Kevin lived next door to us. We were on his turf, actually….
I revel in the queue these days. Lines speak to me. New driver’s license, new medicare card, wait for a flight to arrive, wait to exchange my krone back to dollars. I get to go through it all over again, as slowly as possible. I…
Four weeks into Van, far too many weeks since the trip ended, and far far too many weeks since our last post. Rest assured, my ofthewrld.com faithful, that Berlin, Copenhagen, Odessa, Padua, San Juan (Washington) and far, far, far too many others will received the…
It was a heated duel. Truth be told, I was losing. I forgot how many times the computer had beat me in Connect Four (3 in a row). I lost track of the number of headlines that included corruption or Charbonneau as I read from…
And out of the desert, a blonde figure emerged, on a camel, and was beckoned to play and master the magical bowed violin instrument on her first try. Mixed results.
And out of the rolling sand dunes, a figure approached. He was on a (co)mission to woo the tourists with desert tunes. He had deep set eyes that sparkled. He seemed stern and serious, but a wide smile betrayed his subdued intensity. He got…
Small town India is a funny place. In Bundi, rough population 80,000, the white tourist population was six; the blonde tourist population was one. In places like Darjeeling and Pushkar, local vacation and pilgrimage towns, many of the Indian visitors have never met a foreigner…
Chandeliers, a groom on a horse, a uniformed brass band. Hallmarks of a the multi day celebration that we followed, and that followed us, through Pushkar over the course of our stay.
Click here to read the full magazine article by Maya Pankalla featured in the June / July 2013 issue of Our Canada magazine.
and 24 hours and 2 buses, one minivan, and 1 long shared jeep ride back up into the mountains, and we’ve arrived in Darjeeling. The new motto, as it was forcefully impressed upon us by our guesthouse owner, Lama, is ‘beat the heat’. Stay in…
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