Ever since I was a kid I've been crazy about swings. Probably crazy is the right word since I'd always kick a little too hard and swing a little too high.
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This blog is an archive of past content (2009-2017) and is not being updated at the moment. As such, some destination information is likely out of date.
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Ever since I was a kid I've been crazy about swings. Probably crazy is the right word since I'd always kick a little too hard and swing a little too high.
Drummond Island is a destination, rather than a place people happen to drive by. To get to Drummond you have to want to come here. And when you arrive you’ll be glad you did.
After the USSR, Finland was a cultural shock! Probably exaggerated intentionally to underline the differences between the East and the West.
A guest post by my father, Aleksandar: "In 1974, I returned home to Yugoslavia from my life-changing trip to India. When all the excitement and stories settled, my father Slobodan started behaving very strangely."
I've been in a Halloween state of mind, and somehow vintage costumes seem a whole lot more frightening. Perhaps because the lines between reality and figment look just a little blurred.
The best part about Tasmania’s geographical location is you can never find yourself more than two hours drive away from a (probably deserted!) sandy beach.
"Eye miniatures were a curious but brief anomaly in miniature painting that came into fashion at the end of the 18th century."
If you would like to step back to a time when people really did live in small communities the Isle of Man is for you. This is a place in which people know each other and have a keen interest in what others are doing.
"Enclosed in a wire cage suspended from an apartment window, English children play in the sunlight and fresh air while their mothers are busy with housework."
People of Saaremaa have always been regarded as a tough crowd. It has always been important to sustain life on the island not counting on any outside forces in helping you out.
It's getting chilly around these parts, but I'm not ready to give up on the outdoors just yet. It's the perfect time to sip whiskey around the fire, watch the crazy-beautiful tree colours change and snuggle up to someone.
Rapa Nui is one of the most remote islands in the world, the nearest continental point is Chile, 3,512 kilometres away. I love that Rapa Nui is so far from everywhere and I feel safe here, away from the city life. Everyday life is simple and happy, surrounded by the ocean, the sky and our families.
I have always been incredibly fascinated by island living. If you know someone who lives on a remote island and might want to share a bit about their life, leave a comment. This series is hard to research, as you might imagine, so I appreciate any leads.
Our brief visit to the Ise Peninsula felt otherworldly. We drove in (and out) through the most impossible fog and heavy rain but this didn't dampen the magic.
I could have packed a shipping container full of beautiful objects we saw in Japan, but alas, I was sensible and brought back just a few gems.
"The rainy season is coming early" we heard people say when we reached Hiroshima. And so it was, wet and a little grey but not without bursts of bike-friendly sunshine.
The last leg of our journey took us as far south as this infamous city. It proved to be so much more than a history lesson.
We had four of the most comfortable sleeps in Arashiyama, a beautiful suburb of Kyoto—a far cry from the North American definition of that word.
We reached Kyoto via a night's stop in Takayama, a mountain town where we (finally) biked through rice fields, hiked the surrounding hills and found a surprising nod to Americana.