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OMGOMGOMG
How incredibly stupid. The pink scarf’s “esteemed” standing is now in serious jeopardy. But I am getting ahead of myself. Our last stop on this fast-paced vacation is to get-up-at-3:30am to leave Mussoorie and catch our 7:20 flight to Varanasi in the eastern part of India. The mood in the darkened van as we wind our…
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My Next Wedding
For a completely different scene, we went to one of the hill stations in northern India in the part of India that used to be part of Tibet, 7,500 feet up the foothills of the Himalayas. Specifically, a town called Mussoorie, where the Dalai Lama first fled in 1959 when the Chinese invaded. These hill…
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Highways, Goat Tracks, and Perspective
So the patterns on my scarf are Sanskrit, I learned from my sister-in-law. And apparently my scarf has “come home”. A guide told me the writing was about one of the three “main” gods in the Hindu religion Shiva the destroyer…as in the destroyer of bad things. If you’re wondering, the other two are Rama…
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Grab the Bull by the Horns
(co-edited by the one in the blue scarf…aka my daughter) The versatile pink scarf is acquiring some new purposes on this trip. On safari to the “jungle” (which just looked too dry and sparse to allow my brain to categorize it as “jungle”) it was a bug screen. We were out there looking for tigers…
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When Something is All Things to All People. Or at least 7 million per year.
One way Canada and India are different is that for millennials, a university degree from abroad means they stay abroad. Most Canadian kids go to undergraduate school in Canada. Even if they go away for school, they tend to come back. Our guide’s only child, a son, studied in France. Now he lives in Amsterdam…
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Was Ghandi’s pocket watch a useful tool or a rare favourite posession?
Soft and thin. Airy. Yet warm. A shield when needed. Shade sometimes. It changes my mood. And it’s traveled the world. It can make a t shirt and pants feel more special. Occasionally it’s a pillow or a blanket. It’s one of my favourite things. What’s yours? It could be a sweater or a t…
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Kettle Creek Provincial Park: A Requiem
This was our last stop with the RV and it had been my good intention to write about this fabulous campground and to recommend you stop there if you were driving Highway 33 through the Kettle Valley between Highway 3 and up through to Kelowna. But our holiday memories became memories in a final sense…
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Note for the future: My daughter is never allowed near a microphone when the subject might be “me”…
I was just sharing with my 15 year old daughter that several of my friends had enjoyed the humour in “The Universe Has a Plan” blog post from earlier this month (thank you). “Really?” she says. “I should read it.” So she plops down at my computer to read my witty repartee. I watch her…she’s…
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Nelson: “Big City” in a Scenic Small Town Atmosphere
The room is swaying. It’s a pleasant room, and I have to say, for a campground ladies’ shower area, it passes the test. But it won’t stop moving…but that’s not its fault. It’s the 17 year old motor home shocks that make us “float” around highway corners, rather than “grip” the asphalt. And that shower,…