by thadmin | Sep 1, 2006 | Travel
We spent two weeks in Alberta in August – the middle two. Early on we’d planned a road trip down to Drumheller and the Badlands and borrowed my mother’s orange 1975 VW camper van which she graciously leant to us. The two car seats fit fairly well in...
by thadmin | Mar 26, 2006 | Travel
I had forgotten the dry, gritty, smell of it. The colour was as I had remembered and hoped it still would be and so was the feel underfoot. But the air in Egypt was suddenly specific to my senses and I inhaled great lung-fulls of it as we stepped out of the Cairo...
by thadmin | Mar 16, 2006 | Travel
It was an easy crossing. The border guards barely looked at our hard-won visas and waved us through into Syria. It wasn’t that much different from North Jordan on the other side of the border. Scrub, sand, cinderblock buildings, the odd brown tent pitched at...
by thadmin | Mar 14, 2006 | Travel
Should it be a box or a bag? A box would be cumbersome, but be more protective against bangs and knocks. A bag would be easier and we could keep them and use them on the trip home, but be less protective. In the end we opted for bags. Bicycle bags from Royal Airlines...
by thadmin | Mar 12, 2006 | Travel
The threat of rain had us a little disappointed, but surely must have made more than just us cast our eyes heavenward. Hurricane Mitch had waded through Honduras the year before and taken so many lives and so much property with it that it felt like a permanent scar on...
by thadmin | Mar 8, 2006 | Travel
I had been given a ride up to Pursat from Phnom Penh by an MSF team working in the area. There were plans to visit their site later in the month, documenting a Canadian doctor working out of a clinic on the Mekhong. However, the first task was to connect with a...
