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Stories from travels in

Canada

Cold war, warm heart

I’m not a planner. The sole plan I have in life is to have no plan. Planning has a way of, well, getting in the

Prince Edward Island boats

When the light’s on and nobody’s home…

Put a bunch of Irish, American Loyalists, and Scottish Highlanders on an island and a couple of centuries later, you can have your own Heritage

Closed for the season

Time is a wonderfully malleable thing. We think that have just 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an hour, 60 seconds in a

Thin bloodlines and lone stars

We were on the Cabot Trail in Cape Breton. You sure you know where you’re going? he asked. Absolutely – Meat Cove – most northerly

Remind me where I am again

In a world of constant change, it’s almost gratifying to know that my abysmal sense of geography is still matched by my equally pathetic knowledge

Moving cities???

If I were in the mood to relocate, or was even contemplating a life outside of Budapest, I may well have found my city. In

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