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"The sight of the world put mad ideas into me; as if I could wander away, wander for ever, see strange and beautiful things, one after the other."
~ CS Lewis
Big fan of casually sauntering about the planet. Thumb-war champion, blanket-fort specialist and dog mom. Passionate early-years educator, perogie enthusiast, lifelong Canucks fan and outdoor advocate. Sleeping-in-airports aficionado. Exploring the curious corners of planet earth with a journal and a sense of humour! Born and raised in Vancouver, Canada, I've been making bad decisions on the road since 2009. -
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Coast to Coast in 13 Days: The Final Push Across England
04 October 2011 7:34 AM | 42 Comments -
The Legend of Lake Baikal: Waters of Supernatural Power
06 August 2011 5:47 PM | 16 Comments -
10 Benefits of Traveling Solo
22 July 2011 12:49 AM | 59 Comments -
![So I was at the gym the other day, running on the treadmill and flipping channels to find that one English program to zone out to while getting my cardio, when I came across the most amazing thing I have ever seen in the history of things. It was a soccer game. A very, very intense soccer game, with a referee and a large crowd. […]](https://www.thevagablond.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/img_0961-36x36.jpg "Head Soccer. Or, soccer with heads. Another reason why Korea is awesome.")
Head Soccer. Or, soccer with heads. Another reason why Korea is awesome.
26 April 2010 12:47 PM | 35 Comments -
![I write this post out of absolute necessity. I’ve already elaborated a bit on my fear of Korean food here, but these two recent discoveries require some further attention. Number One: Pizza. When we went to Pizza School the other night, we had two options: Barbecue Pork Ribs Pizza or Pasta Pizza. Craving carbs, and not feeling particularly like picking bones out of our pizza’s […]](https://www.thevagablond.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/img_7962-36x36.jpg "Spaghetti on my Pizza & Intestines in my Soup: Korean Food Fails")
Spaghetti on my Pizza & Intestines in my Soup: Korean Food Fails
14 April 2010 2:42 PM | 9 Comments
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![It’s a liberating thought. Tantalizing even. You’ve got a house and a mortgage and a car and maybe a kid or a dog and a job. You have a whole life somewhere. But the thought of selling everything, packing a suitcase and moving far away.. maybe it crosses your mind sometimes. To leave all you know behind. To start anew. To experience life on the […]](https://www.thevagablond.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/71167493547__FB0EE4D2-E8D3-4ED5-8E7B-5135BD58E752-36x36.jpg "On Selling Everything and Moving Away")
On Selling Everything and Moving Away
25 February 2024 9:58 AM | No Comments -
![So I’m in the Northern part of Argentina, with a bag holding my sunscreen, some Argentine pesos, my binoculars and a pear. And I’m on a bus to Brazil, apparently, though I don’t know if they will let me in. Theoretically, this bus will take me to the Brazilian side of the Iguazu falls. Theoretically. And I say theoretically because at this rate I am […]](https://www.thevagablond.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/01/IMG_3526.jpeg-scaled.jpg "From Argentina to Brazil, hopefully.")
From Argentina to Brazil, hopefully.
05 January 2024 11:37 AM | No Comments -
![Buenos Aires. Eye-rays, is what I tell my English speaking brain. Not Air-Ees, Eye-Rays. There is something about this place that I can’t put my finger on. We’ve been here a month, and still the city seems to shift, to change. It changes by the time of the day, by the day of the week, almost as the staircases in Hogwarts upend and revise direction, […]](https://www.thevagablond.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/IMG_0322-scaled.jpg "On the ground in Buenos Aires")
On the ground in Buenos Aires
06 December 2023 8:42 AM | No Comments -
Warsaw for the win.
25 September 2014 10:38 AM | 4 Comments -
A Welsh-English Camper-Van New Years.
03 August 2014 11:47 PM | 4 Comments
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boredom Archive
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![So there’s this thing about being in the desert. It’s called NO-thing. A no-thing is sometimes fun, often times a challenge, and always unknown. It is an excellent thing to have fun with; a great thing to get creative with. You have to be clever when you’re faced with a no-thing in the middle of no-where. It’s the desert. And a desert is probably the […]](https://www.thevagablond.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/IMG_3196-200x200.jpg "Mongolian Steppes: 12 Things To Do in the Middle of Nowhere")
Mongolian Steppes: 12 Things To Do in the Middle of Nowhere
Posted on June 23, 2011 | 2 CommentsSo there’s this thing about being in the desert. It’s called NO-thing. A no-thing is sometimes fun, often times a challenge, and always unknown. It is an excellent thing to have fun with; a great thing to get creative with. You have to be clever when you’re faced with a no-thing in the middle of no-where. It’s the desert. And a desert is probably the […] -
The Transsiberian Railway – Part XI: Something Silver in the Desert
Posted on May 23, 2011 | 9 CommentsGandering in the direction of nothing in the middle of nowhere, I couldn’t tell you our whereabouts if I tried. “You know the place with dirt and air? That’s the one.” And then we saw that Tiny Shiny Thing. -
The Transsiberian Railway – Part I: Getting Started
Posted on March 4, 2011 | 4 CommentsBest of all, he would tell me of the great train that ran across half the world... How a Tzar had said, "Let the Railway be built!" And it was. For me, nothing was ever the same again... -
![Stiff-legged and swollen-toed, the guests of Air China flight 992 plod, stretch, and waddle out of the pressurized metal tube. Eleven hours of breathing the same recycled air, and it’s lovely to walk out to Bethoven’s sixth symphony playing over the intercom. It’s calm here, in this international terminal, and it smells like cleaner, or something similarly offensive. The marble floors are so immaculate I can see the grey skies […]](https://www.thevagablond.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/IMG_7451-200x200.jpg "Purple Fringe and Shameless Gluttony in the Beijing Airport")
Purple Fringe and Shameless Gluttony in the Beijing Airport
Posted on September 24, 2010 | No CommentsStiff-legged and swollen-toed, the guests of Air China flight 992 plod, stretch, and waddle out of the pressurized metal tube. Eleven hours of breathing the same recycled air, and it’s lovely to walk out to Bethoven’s sixth symphony playing over the intercom. It’s calm here, in this international terminal, and it smells like cleaner, or something similarly offensive. The marble floors are so immaculate I can see the grey skies […]
