With Kyoto’s 1600 Buddhist temples, and 400 Shinto shrines to choose from, the choice of where to visit seemed overwhelming. After some research, we narrowed our visit down to just a few standouts.
Although Reykjavik is technically a cold, remote small port city, it’s actually an exciting hub of art, design, cafe culture and historial treasures. Reykjavik is also home base for most people’s amazing adventures in Iceland. This small city is actually one of the most interesting cities in Europe, with a very unique character. The Hallgrímskirkja … More Exploring Reykjavik on foot (and learning how to pronounce it)
I’ve been seeing a few posts about Montreal’s never-ending winter this year on Facebook lately, and I got thinking about our time there last year. So, i’ve got some favourite winter photos from Montreal to share.
A wild pig covered in black, wiry hair shuffled and snorted through the snow on the side of the road, snout crusted in ice. The car stopped and it waddled across the road, looking up at us. It knew we had carrots; and so did the silhouettes of larger animals were moving in the treeline … More A Snow Safari in Canadian Winter
Where are Cindy and Derrick? It’s been quite a while since my last blog post and I apologise! Costa Rice wifi might be to blame…
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
It was unseasonably warm at the start of the week, as temperatures soared to as high as zero degrees Celsius. It’s getting mighty cold again now as winter bites back with a vengeance, but for a short time, most of the snow that captured my imagination when I first arrived had melted.
It was bloody cold on my first night in Montreal, something like minus fifteen Celcius. It was almost 10pm as I wandered in circles looking for my hotel in the Latin quarter, still awake with pizza restaurants and jazz bars. I was lost.
Matt squinted as he shielded his eyes from the snow, ice pick in hand. He had lifted his goggles to survey the climb ahead, but the world was a blur of white. Mount Everest seemed to climb ahead endlessly.