Guest Post by Care Bach
Although I’ve always loved exploring other cultures, I must admit that from time to time some American bias kicks in and I think the U.S. does things a little better. However, that perspective was instantly challenged the second I set foot in France. During a recent trip around the country with my family, I was pleasantly surprised to find that when it comes to living life the fullest it turns out the French know exactly what they’re doing!
It’s cheeky to claim that you’ve mastered anything by the age of 30, but when it comes to Canada’s West Coast Trail it’s safe to say that I’m approaching expert status. In a few days I will formally claim that title by hiking it for the fifth time… alone. For those of you considering the trek, or any multi-day excursion, I’ve pulled together a preparation guide (and video!) to help you hike with your best foot forward.
I’ve spent the lion’s share of my last year poking around places far away from Austin, and it wasn’t sitting right with me. People travel from all over the world to see legendary Texas and the very proud, somewhat outrageous, residents it houses. Ask anyone around here what country they are from and the answer will usually be Texas. And the crazy part about that? People abroad know exactly where that is.
In the context of learning to ice climb, the ‘D’ in BYOD stands for diaper. Yes, it’s spookier than you can imagine.
Part of deciding to do stuff is knowing when it’s time to switch gears and do other stuff. My hop-across-the-pond sojourn took me to six countries over a handful of months and I gradually started to think through what returning to my new home in Austin, Texas would look like.
Change of blog pace with a little photo expose of the most mystic and eerie, yet charming place I’ve encountered on my travels. Lhasa gripped me like no other city has.
But first, a disrespectful child at a monastery.
There are few places in the world that are more difficult to get to than Tibet, but it turns out that the juice really is worth the squeeze. Three surprise days in a central Chinese airport, a few failed landing attempts and an I-take-myself-motherfucking-seriously government didn’t get in the way of the most incredible trip of my life.
Man, the April 25, 2015 earthquake that struck the Lamjung District of Nepal must have been absolutely terrifying. Nine months after the shaking subsided, I showed up in the country expecting life to be back to normal and was completely shocked at the sustained devastation.
I’ve always dreamed of seeing the Himalayas. On any given day my ‘recent Google search’ list includes Alpine Ascents International, Conrad Anker, the Annapurna range, and Everest. Ok, and Urban Dictionary if I’m being honest (now I know what a pootie snooper is). You’re welcome.
It’s always interesting hearing people’s Canadian stereotypes while abroad. Despite spending considerable time internationally, it appears I haven’t shook my textbook Canadian-ness yet.
As the good Canadian I am I would usually say I’m so sorry for this post being tardy, but truth be told I’m really not because I’ve been busy with Canada’s second favorite pastime (following gratuitous apologizing) of putting on the old pack and gettin’ oot and aboot, eh.
Tough being Canadian these days.