It is tempting, as a Coastie Liberal, to point at the European system and say “See? Life is better there. They’ve got legal pot, prostitutes, gays can marry, no one ... ...read more
When I was in college, I worked in as a news aide at the Seattle Times – in my case, a somewhat glorified term for office bitch. I’m not complaining. It was a good j... ...read more
Recently, moving from couch to couch, I pondered the nature of cognitive linguistics: the field of study that proposes that how we think is determined by the language we think i... ...read more
My couch surfing host in Brussels — let’s call her ‘Sev’ — was Greek, tall and passionate. When we met near St Giles station, she was huffing her i... ...read more
I took the Eurolines bus from Lille, France to Brussels, Belgium. Lille wasn’t that pretty from the inside of a bus, but what town is? In my experience Greyhounding acro... ...read more
As I ran through Victoria station, I comforted myself with the knowledge: if I missed my bus, I would at least get the chance to puke in peace.
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Been gone for a bit, having taken a break from travel for home, family and the holidays. Here’s the conclusion of my hiking expedition into Scotland, in the Scottish Highl... ...read more
Continued from Bogsurfing in Scotland, Part 1
Step 2: Find Megalithic Site. Make high school yearbook analogies
In the summer of 2002 I was unofficially couchsurfing my way acro... ...read more
One evening during my European jaunt I went out with an Irish friend. Forgive the stereotyping – yes, Hibernia, you have given the world great things like Yeats, Joyce, Th... ...read more
The air mattress in the apartment I’ve been couchsurfing tends to deflate a lot, so I find myself waking up on a cold London floor, staring at the ceiling, ready to start ... ...read more