I’m getting old. There are no lines and no grey hairs, but there is an abundance of nostalgia. Now whenever I step onto the island of my birth, I feel…what is it I feel?…I guess I just feel like I’m home. There’s something about the sight and sound of the ocean that grounds me. Something … More Going Home
My best memory of Egypt was made on the banks of The Nile, one chilly April evening. We pull our felucca onto the banks of The Nile at dusk. Our chores are to gather firewood and build a latrine as the first mate cooks up dinner on the deck. Time is of the essence, we … More On the Banks of The Nile
Canadian folklore is based upon it – the cold, the wind, the water, the isolation – the great white north. Being from Newfoundland, I thought we had cornered the market on isolation. The kind that allows loneliness to seep right into your soul, if you don’t chase it off with booze, loud music, fistacuffs – … More Canada’s Untamed Heart Beats in Polar Bear Country
When Nubian men and women court, they must keep it secret from everyone. To proceed otherwise, would damage the reputation of the woman (used goods, if you will). While, the 21st century feminist in me wants to be repulsed by this idea, I am enamoured by the chivalry contained within the sentiment. If/when the couple … More Marriage is a Big Deal Celebration in the Ancient Land
Let me start again, it’s not about Touristing for me. It’s not my preferred mode of travel. I prefer to live and breathe and experience as much of a local resident’s life as I can – in the shoes of a tourist. My first day in Cairo, I took a wrong turn. Apparently my hotel … More It Is Not About Touristing, It Is About Living
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