Tag: travel
My fascination with huge American flags continues.
Île de la Visitation is an unexpected gem in Northern Montreal that I highly recommend visiting.
In addition to being a unique residential community that reminds me of Toronto Island’s inhabited regions, it contains the preserved remains of a decaying mill and miles of nature trails to explore.
Learn more about the island HERE or visit it via the google maps link below:
Check it out on Google Streetview:
If anyone knows the people who live there I’d love to meet them.
Someone should tell Sir Richard Branson that there’s only one ‘H’ in eh.
‘Ehh’ is for people named Fonzie.
I just rolled into San Francisco for a photo shoot in Napa. Right off the plane straight into a 20 foot cube truck to pickup equipment. While getting scaffolding at Active Rentals I noticed this table of essential Burning Man supplies.
If you don’t know what Burning Man is you can google it, but it’s essentially a “secret” desert carnival for hippies, new-agers, ravers, off-gridders and performance artists.
Some of the things you definitely need: rope, tarps, protective goggles and respirators. Apparently it gets quite dusty.
The irony is that this picture was taken right outside the main courthouse a.k.a. The Justice Centre, Dallas.
Cars are king in Texas; and their roads lord over the land.
There is a serious design flaw with travel power adapters. The engineers who design them don’t seem to comprehend that the things that will be plugged into them (mobile phone chargers, camera battery chargers, etc…) will have weight to them.
Add to this the fact that all the outlets in Morocco are installed at least one foot above any surface that could be used to support the weight of an adapter/charger combination, and keeping it physically plugged into the wall becomes nearly impossible.
I managed to jury-rig this ‘support’ system for our mini-powerbar with a Mr. Noodles and a can of Clamato I snagged from the KLM lounge at Pearson – both of which and made it all around Morocco and back to Canada without being consumed.
After an 8 hours drive across the Moroccan desert – through
road-construction dust-storms in a car without air conditioning, my girlfriend and I finally arrived in Essaouira (ESSA-we’re-ah) to the cooling breeze of the Atlantic. We were welcomed by the friendly staff of the Madada Mogador with a pot of mint tea and a seat on their rooftop patio.
