Hello all! So this past week marked by departure to France anniversary. One year ago, I was in Paris, France, living the good life - no responsablilties, no work, no problem! I only had to answer to myself; I only had to worry about the core survival basics - finding food and cooking it deliciously, finding shelter and having enough social interaction to be content. All of the above-mentioned tasks could be quickly fulfilled, leaving plenty of time for adventuring. During my first week in France, I met great friends, and quickly improved upon my language skills. As I made my [View Full Entry]

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She had massive pollen sacs on her legs; Her hairy body allowed her to work on this cold, cloudy day. Her hive is awake, alive. We need provisions, they say collectively. The Queen is hungry, so too are the larvae. The drones need energy for their first mating swarms. The floral diversity abounds, the young worker can afford to be choosy. The clovers I took won't matter to her, But for me, a soothing and delicious tea! We are both after the same commodity, in the end, nectar. [View Full Entry]

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I wrote this around May 1st, 2009, while I was hitchhiking towards Llanez, Cantabria. I was headed to live with a family for a week, to help them build a cob house. Cob is a earthen composite material made of clay, sand, straw and mud. It is extremely ecological in that walls can be built of the very material from which the building site is excavated. Here is a revelation I had while waiting for a ride... How generous the people of the Earth can be, if you just put yourself out into her! Kindness pours in, happiness is exchanged. [View Full Entry]

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This poem was written approximately April 12th, 2009, while I spent time with friends in Sesimbra, Portugal Rays of light travel along a cloudy sky, deeply penetrating beams, across the countryside. Passing through the air, striking molecules aplenty, Only to land on my body, and warm me to the core. What a splendid day in Sesimbra, en la praia escondida. Down the slopping hillside, loose rocks underfoot, encountering fields of sea roses, rosemary and lavender. The slow taste the dust, kicked up by enthused youth. An afternoon of activity, followed by fine Portuguese c [View Full Entry]

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A poem Big green bins full of rubbish; Step on the pedal and look inside. A whole treasure chest of enchantment, Even an old, rotting hide. At first glance there's nothing, Just some big heavy bags. But upon further inspection, my we're lucky lads! A sack full of buns, pastries and cakes. So much food you could almost fill a lake! Next we uncover numerous bouquets of flowers; Someone must have died. But wouldn't such objects of such beauty be better off up high? Instead, we throw them away, toss them aside, Until some lucky vagabond hunters gives those lids a [View Full Entry]

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After 8 months of travel, I have decided to come home. Don't get me wrong, I adore travelling, with the constantly changing environments, ability to meet new and very interesting characters, the exposure to new cultures, etc., it can be EXHAUSTING!! Seriously, I travelled largely by hitchhiking, which can be described as the ultimate test of ones' patience, not to mention faith in the kindness of complete strangers. Picture it, standing or sitting for hours on end, waiting, waiting, WAITING! Watching one person (Read empty cars) whiz by you spewing toxins and noise your way can be tough [View Full Entry]

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Our First Experiences in… The Western Sahara In early March, we found ourselves headed towards the Western Saharian province of Morocco. We set off from Tiznit in the early afternoon, under cloudy skies. It was one of our poorer efforts in hitchhiking in Morocco; we waited fully two hours before we found the right ride. A Casablacan couple with a rather large and luxurious suv finally picked us up, and drove us some 30 kilometres in total, 15 of which were completely out of their way. The drive took us p about 500 metres, into the foothills of the Anti [View Full Entry]

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Currently, I write this from Sesimbra, about 40 kilometres south of Portugal´s glorious capital and largest city, Lisbon. I had previously spent a week in the south of the country, in the Algarve. Many of you may be familiar with Portugal; we have quite a large number of Portuguese descended residents in Toronto (and Cambridge). It is a country living in the shadow of it´s larger, and more economically influencial cousin, Spain. Portugal is still struggling to find it´s identity within Europe and the World. They have recently (in the 70´s) emerged from the shadow of dictatorship.The country [View Full Entry]

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Hello friends, this has to be a quick entry for now, I have 4 minutes left in the cafe... Myself and two friends are about to hitchhike across southern Spain towards Cadiz, where we will try to enter port and find free passage to preferably the Canary Islands. It should be great fun, and an interesting challenge. More to come shortly. Enjoy the new pics! Miss everyone, Adrian. [View Full Entry]

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I am in Gabo de Gata park in South-East Spain. It is considered to be the desertiest area of Europe, with the source coming from Africa. The spaniards refer to it as la mierda de España. I disagree. We are part of a community of young people who run a farm. The farm is amazing - goats, pigs, dogs, cats, donkeys, chickens, geese, germans. So beautiful and a great community to live in. We have a garden that is STILL in december giving salads, tomatos and other deliciousness. The sea is on the horizon and the mountains are all around. We [View Full Entry]

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