When I began travel writing in earnest, I recall that a seasoned scribe told me: “you’ll know you’re a true travel writer when you stop buying souvenirs.”
Granted, there are things out there of quality. Things that you can imagine cherishing for years to come; triggers of places and times long gone.
Call me judgemental, but I just don’t think it’s gonna happen with a shot glass shaped like a well-endowed torso.
See my crappy souvenir gallery here!
You may have noticed that my website recently took a little nap. This is because I was away attending to some health matters (I’m so mysterious, I know…let’s just say that these new DDDD breasts were worth every penny).
Anyway, I’m back now and will presently resume my “Across the Pond” series, which is far from finished.
However, it’s always wise to go to the bathroom before you embark upon an adventure.
Click here to read my first (and probably last) public toilet review!
If you visit my fair province, there is a good chance you’ll be crossing a body of water that is best left untested by your swimming and/or whale riding abilities. That means you’ll be a passenger on BC Ferries, an institution and regular source of conversation ‘round here.
I’ve been a customer on these mini-Titanics since I was but a tadpole myself. Also, I witnessed some absurd antics on my last crossing. Therefore, I feel qualified to offer a few words of advice to the rookie rider.
Click here to see the tips!