The Art Of Letting Go.

If there is one thing I’ve learned during my last 2 months travelling the south island of New Zealand it’s the art of letting go. When I left home 6 months ago, I found myself making another home in Auckland.  I landed in the CBD, travelled to Cape Reinga, came back to the city to Read more about The Art Of Letting Go.[…]

Can You Still Do You Without Using ‘Poo On The Road?

Have you heard of the ‘no ‘poo method’?  Don’t worry; ‘poo’ is short for shampoo, not the other thing that you were thinking (and I know you were). In short, the no ‘poo method, sometimes referred to as a movement, is the act of cutting conventional shampoos out of your hair washing routine.  There are Read more about Can You Still Do You Without Using ‘Poo On The Road?[…]

Carbon footprint edition: reusable water bottles.

As I start to dwindle down my belongings to the few items that I’ll be taking with me to New Zealand, I want to be sure that I’ll be leaving the smallest carbon footprint that I possibly can while I’m abroad.  Between all of the travel, sightseeing, and adventures; it’s easy to consume without realizing Read more about Carbon footprint edition: reusable water bottles.[…]

A note from my 19 year old self: treat your body better while abroad.

I went backpacking in Greece and Germany for just over a month when I was 19.  This was my first travel experience without the comforts of my family; the wise advice from older adults, well timed out schedules, and the assurance that you were eating at least 3 meals a day.   That was one of Read more about A note from my 19 year old self: treat your body better while abroad.[…]

Iwahig Prison: “I murdered someone, and now I’m here”

“Hey man you want a tour?!” said a small Filipino guy dressed in a old tattered brown t-shirt with the words“Minimum” printed on the front and “Inmate – Iwahig Prison and Penal farm” printed on the back.  He wandered over from a group of other inmates wearing an array of coloured t-shirts to display whether Read more about Iwahig Prison: “I murdered someone, and now I’m here”[…]

Bali: surfing in Kuta.

Wave after wave, rolling up and crashing down with a whitewash so eye appealingly beautiful. Surfers in Kuta glide over the water and duck dive under the oncoming and rushing giants that are relentlessly crashing over the soft, sandy beach. Confident children as young as 8 whizz by in the water as I attempt to Read more about Bali: surfing in Kuta.[…]

Opportunity abroad: where it all began, and why.

Rain was spitting on the windows in the stairwell as I descended from the cafeteria to the warehouse below. I took a right and headed towards the loading bay to see one of the large truck stops open and looking out into the night ahead. It was November, and wind blew in the cold air Read more about Opportunity abroad: where it all began, and why.[…]

A memorable six days in England and France.

After two of my best friends had moved to England to await Canadian residency, I found myself sitting at home with a few extra coins in my bank account, and I decided to book a flight to the UK.  Because it was nearing the end of August, and another semester was starting in early September, Read more about A memorable six days in England and France.[…]