It feels weird to board a plane without our passports.
We have one of those significant anniversaries coming up this weekend and want to celebrate in style. “How about lunch at McDonalds?” Frosty smile. “Or maybe a trip to Bunnings to check out some new power tools?” Still no reply. “Er, how about a short trip somewhere nice?” Bingo!
If you lived all your life at the North Pole, and never saw television, would you dream in colour? Ok, so we’re not exactly at the North Pole, but here in Vancouver we’re having real trouble relating to all the reports from the folks back home about weather so hot that the chicken is roasted before it finishes crossing the road.
Travelling is all about the people you meet. Take today for instance. We like Bob, but we’re a bit disappointed in Joe, even though it worked out all right in the end.
Any trip where you have to wear a survival suit just has to be fun.
Have you ever wondered why Canadians don’t come to Australia? I’ve asked a few, and the answer is always the same – “snakes”. Ok, so about half also mention spiders, and some talk about sharks, but without fail – it’s snakes.
Bilbo Baggins once wrote a book titled “There and Back Again”. Unlike modern-day Hollywood, Bilbo not only chronicled his adventures up to the point where the dragon was defeated and the war was won, but also recorded his journey home.
They say some places are hard to leave. That’s certainly the case with Hood River this morning, not because we don’t want to go, it just won’t let us out.
There are two highways between Portland and Hood River. Sometimes they are the same road, sometimes they diverge by about a hundred metres. I-84 is a freeway. Highway 30 is not. Take Highway 30.
I heard today that there is a rare type of fly that lays its eggs on the surface of Crater Lake. The eggs sink all the way to the bottom of the lake where they hatch….Do the fly larvae ever think “hey, it’s pretty cool down here at eighteen hundred feet, why bother going any higher?”
I’ve heard that all some people write about in their travel stories is the food. Well, we’re not like that. If we were, I would probably open with the story of the great meal we had last night at the Black Trumpet Restaurant in Brookings Oregon
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