If we are all fighting this novel germ warfare, then we need to act like soldiers and obey our commanding officers. Staying home indefinitely may be the hardest order you've ever been given. And the most critical.
I used to think of Japan as an almost mythical place where exotic goods came from, but few ever went. Once there, I realized this insular society has been cultivating an eye for beauty for centuries.
I was continually being blown away -- in all senses -- by the meterorological, topographical and geological wonders and anomalies of this tiny island in the middle of the North Atlantic Ocean.
"Your grandfather never fought at Vimy," says our battlefield tour guide. "He was wounded in 1916 in the Battle of the Somme. That's probably what saved his life."
Even though I’m afraid of heights, there’s plenty of places to pose and ponder along the Glacier Skywalk "Come on, you can do it," coaxes the woman in uniform when she sees me falter. She is standing two feet away and 280 m (918 ft) above the Sunwapta Valley, on the glass-floored platform of the... Continue Reading →
A Marquee Port on the Baltic Sea If this city hadn’t changed its name back to what it was two centuries ago, I don’t think it would have made my bucket list. Born and raised in Canada during the Cold War, I remember the Soviet Union as a threatening world superpower, and Leningrad as a... Continue Reading →
Living in Harmony It wasn't the sparkling ring of palm-treed resorts, white sandy beaches and calm turquoise seas that impressed me the most about this subtropical island off the east coast of South Africa. And it wasn't my first caddied golf game on the oldest golf course in the Southern Hemisphere that was the most... Continue Reading →
Mauritius Gymkhana Club the fourth oldest golf course in the world My drive soars past coconut trees and lands on the edge of the fairway. “How far did I hit?” I ask the slim young man standing beside my bag. He glances up from my scorecard: “About 165 metres.” “What’s that in yards?” I press,... Continue Reading →
Last night's thunder reminded me of another summer storm that chased us back into the 19th century. Or that's how I recall arriving in historic Prince Edward County (PEC), Canada's newest designated wine country, for a wine-swirling weekend. Dark clouds had grumbled above us for two hours as we sped along the 401 to that... Continue Reading →