International airport stopover. It could mean many things. A heart-thumping, sweat-dripping sprint for the gate as you and your travel buddies frantically scan the departures board, and yell directions at each other from across the terminal. A bleak, bleary, red-eyed sleep, curled up on a plastic chair like a newborn foetus, trying to block out assaults … More What can you learn about a country from just seeing the airport?
The winter air in Montreal had been colder than ever this week. Cindy and I had errands to run around town, which meant braving the sharp clutches of the almighty cold. Every exhale was a spear of white frosted air, our noses were frozen with crystals of frozen snot, and my breath condensed into icicles … More Visiting Costa Rice to escape winter
I needed to leave Europe, fast. My visa was almost up, and I wanted to stay until New Years. What a good excuse to go to London for a while!