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After fifteen minutes of walking past large-buttressed chatannyes and all the ingredients that would make for a creole feast, in raw form, the Bushman made his announcement: “Tarzan in the jungle, ah woo.” Out from the spiky bromeliads and endless fern swung my guide, Peter Green, the Bushman. We were hiking together to Dominica’s Boiling Lake. Read more
Most people whinge about the time they’re forced to wait in an airport terminal prior to boarding. But an airport terminal should be a more appreciated place. I would even argue a place where someone not flying would hope to spend some leisure time. Think about it, the airport terminal has all the trappings of a popular New York City club: security checkpoints, one of the few places in the world where people commit to buying a bottle of liquor, and a great place for star sightings. Additionally, the only time death tolls that aren’t mass murders are ever paid any attention to is when they happen in a nightclub with inadequate emergency exits or when a plane crashes (and the big ones always begin at airport terminals). Read more
When I pictured dog sledding, I wondered how the sleigh rider was considered an athlete. Beyond withstanding the extreme cold, what was the skill? Holding on tight? Read more
Just fifteen minutes outside of downtown Quebec is four million dollars worth of ephemeral architecture. And it has the lifespan only twice that of a lightning bug. After only about four months, the Hotel de Glace, which translates to the Ice Hotel, is opened and then melted. Read more