I wanted more than just a painting or t-shirt to remember my Eurasia trip. I wanted a link to how I was feeling after riding an elephant in Laos or seeing the Eiffel Tower for the first time. So I created a blog to act as another type of souvenir from my trip. It also acted as a great way for my family and friends to keep track of me and hear about my experience.
My first destination was Bangkok, Thailand where my group tour with Gap Adventures took off. We, the other backpackers and I, traveled through Cambodia, Vietnam and Laos. The tour ended in Bangkok where I had the slightly frightening experience of being in town when the red shirt protests started. I left in just the nick of time and flew over to Seoul to visit a friend. After meandering through Seoul I said "Sawatdee" to Asia and took the jump to Europe; Prague to be exact. I gaped in awe at the breathtaking and mishmash-style architecture for a few days. Then I bussed over to the west side. I visited a friend in the tiny gem known as Luxemburg; so small but such a wonderful country. Next I jetted off to mouth-watering Belgium where I indulged in succulent mayonnaise and fries, waffles and beer. France was my next stop where I saw the southern and east coast and of course Paris! Paris stole my heart! The train strikes on the other hand stole my patience. On my way to England I luckily again escaped another travel disaster: the volcanic ash emanating from Iceland. By totally chance I had booked a ferry way in advance to England the day all the European airports closed. In I connected to my roots by visiting my dad’s family.
After three months I stepped on a plane and flew home to Canada. My backpack currently sits in my closet but I have it and this blog to remind me of my trip.
August 11th 2012
It's been a while since I've typed away on Travel Blog's dashboard, but I felt the need to revive this baby. You may be thinking where are you going? Don't you have rent to pay? I thought you like Toronto? No worries you did not miss the memo - I'm staying in Toronto for a little while longer. Although the urge to buy a plane ticket on a whim and jet off has struck me many a time...so don't be surprised :p This new chapter (and set of entries) is about my local travels around Toronto and any side trips I get to. I'm saddened that my neighbourhood explorer Mel Gagne is halfway across the world, but I have other partners in crime to scope out the city with (but cannot replace Mel). Any side travels ... read more
April 26th 2010
I am at my last port of call: London England. I fly home tomorrow! I thought it would be fun to put together all the lessons I have learned from this trip. Cheers Bria What I have learned: -Not spicy does not always guarentee that your mouth won't be burning by the end of the meal. Spicy is subjective, not objective. -Malaria pills don't actuallly prevent malaria they just delay it and make it less severe. No worries I was told this, I didn't learn it from experience. -Charcol pills are miracle workers on stomachs. Again I did not learn from experience. -A glass of Coco Cola can really help ease stomach aches. This one I learned from experience. -Always pack the night before. You never know when your alarm will fail you. I learned the ... read more
April 12th 2010
WARNING: If you are currently in a sour, cynical mood do not read this blog entry. It is filled with corny, cliche moments and the ramblings of a very happy female. I have been travelling for over two months now and was expecting the novelty to wear off. Don't get me wrong I have been greatly enjoying myself, but after a while you stopping having those Holy sh*t moments and instead travelling and seeing new sights become the norm. You get used to meeting people and saying good bye to them within a 48 hour time range. You get used to learning a metro/tram/bus system and then having to relearn another system two days later. But I still managed to have a emotional, epic, holy sh*t moment despite all this. And its a bit embarassing to ... read more
April 9th 2010
I feel like I should start off on a postive note. The French are friendly. There is this stereotype that is known by Canadians, Americans and possibly other people of other nations that French people are rude. Especailly when you utter the words "speak English?". I have not come across that. Of course I have come across a few disgruntled sales associates and ticket vendors but lets be honest, that happens everywhere. I do attempt to speak a bit of French with the usual "bonjour" or "ou est...." but as soon as they start responding I do tend to have to say "vous parlez Anglais". I still have about a week left in France so my opinion may change but so far so good. Another note to make: I have found where the Canadians hide: in ... read more
March 29th 2010
So my previous blog may have not been the most chipper, but this one is. Things seemed to have improved (baruch ashem, knock on wood). My luggage is still with me, which may have a bit more to do with the fact that I've been taking transportation overland rather than in the air but it could have been accidentally taken off the bus in Strasborg when I was taking the bus to Paris. My clothes haven't been dyed or destroyed in some freak laundry accident. And most of all I am truly enjoying myself. Coming back to Europe I am reminded how much your senses can be awakened, in particular in Brugges. I was there this past weekend. It's funny because I had more than one person tell me Belgium is boring and Brugges only derserves ... read more
March 29th 2010
Sorry about the delay. I wrote this blog a few weeks ago when I was in Seoul I just kept forgetting to upload it. Here it is Three is a magical number, but its not always on ones side. I had what could be termed a string of bad luck. When I told my friend Nisha about my 'not-so-stellar' 24 hours she comforted me by reminding me that bad things happen in threes so I was out of the way of the storm. These bad things that occured all revolved around one of my least favourite things to do - fly! Now before you go double check, yes, this is a travel blog. But not every traveller loves being up in the air in a metal tin. I've grown used to flying but I still like ... read more
March 8th 2010
This is a statement that no mother wants to hear: The best way to travel in most Southeast Asian countries is by motorbike. And I have used them on more than one occasion. They are a great choice because they are able to weave through traffic, take the smaller streets and are way better at avoiding pedestrians than a big honking car. About 90% of the vehicles on the road are motorbikes. So you are not some badass, leather jacket wearing punk if you drive one. A lot of families use them. I have gotten used to the sight of the mother sitting in the back holding a baby, the father driving and a little child sitting in the very front with the protection of his fathers arms around him. Another sight thats funny, but normal ... read more
February 23rd 2010
This entry is dedicated to my sister, Sarah, because she was there to listen to me when I hit rock bottom Love from the Jitterbug :P When one looks back on their travels they always remember the great times. The bad times are there but are always a second thought. For example, when I look back at my time in Malaga, Spain I view it as an enjoyable time. It was an opportunity to meet people from around the globe and live by the beach. What I don't recall the first time I think about Malaga was how miserable I was there my first week. I had an amazing time when I was in Greece, my destination prior to Malaga, that Malaga to me at first glance was a depressing concrete town. I yearned then to ... read more
February 17th 2010
It has been a week since I started my Gap Adventures tour. I have had a good handful of holy sh*t moments. These are the moments when you go "oh my god, I am half way across the world doing something so amazing". These moments are exhilerating. My first holy sh*t moment was in Bangkok. I had arrived the night before after what can only be described as a long journey. I had flown for 13 hours, stopovered in Seoul for 14, and then flown for another 6 hours. One would expect me to have my moment when getting off the plane, or arriving at the hotel. Nope. I was too tierd and jet lagged. But after a good night sleep and a buffet breakfast - Bangkok style ie pancakes with a side of rice I ... read more
January 28th 2010
When I tell people about my trip one of the most common questions out of their mouths is “are you doing this trip alone?” The answer is yes and no. I am going alone to Southeast Asia, but I am touring with a tour company. So while I may be flying in alone I will be spending most of my time with others. I have seen Israel and the highlands of Scotland with group tours. I met some amazing people on these tours and I met most of them within the first 24 hours. When I get to Europe and riding the rails around the French countryside I will probably meet people at the Hostels. I have in the past when traveling solo and with others. I found when traveling solo people are more likely to ... read more