Mexico city — When I mentioned an upcoming visit to Mexico City’s La Merced, a friend responded disapprovingly. “You’ll get lost if you go by yourself.” I crossed my arms against my chest. “Oh, really?” I said. Tr...
New orleans — On an evening in March 2011, I’m in New Orleans. I’m on my bike, lost, and I stupidly stop on an unlit residential street to get my bearings. A pick-up truck rolls by and the driver, a burly elderly m...
Toronto — I pass a man on Bloor Street, gleefully squealing into his phone. He bends down to pick up a handful of the freshly fallen snow, shoving it into the screen, like he’s giving someone a first taste of c...
The one important thing
Old friendships, new spaces
On relinquishing control
Ramen shops: gateway to travel enlightenment
Ramen: the gateway to enlightenment
An alleyway for my stomach
The first epic snowfall of the year
Things need to change.
Reflections from the passenger seat
On smart Canadians who seek jobs in the USA (and elsewhere)
To my mother, past and present
3 decades, 1 apartment
The fine balance of work hard, play hard
La Merced: Lost in Mexico City's Mammoth Market
An agnostic's view of organized religion
Travel itineraries and how I don't have to be you
Homesick at the top of the mountain
Phys. Ed teachers: universally cut from the same cloth
On beach-bumming and teaching an old dog new tricks
A metropolis that embraces etiquette
Iquitos, Peru: Of Mototaxis and Migraines
Iquitos: Mototaxi and migraine HQ
American dolla-dolla bills: only the best accepted here
Reports from the hotel hideout
Rose-coloured glasses, be damned!
The Peruvian adventure begins