North: 63-35'30.0" (150 miles South of the Arctic Circle) West: 35-54'08.9" (150 miles East of the Alaskan Border) Four hundred people spend their lives in this sleepy little arctic village in the middle of nowhere and at the end of the road. Situated at the junction of two major river systems, this remote village seems to epitomize the essence of true Yukon living. To be considered a Yukon resident one must have made the Territory their principal residence for at least twelve months and be physically present within the Territroy for six. With [View Full Entry]

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You're searching, Joe, for things that don't exist; I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings -- there are no such things. There are only middles. (Robert Frost) Watson Lake, Yukon Territory... Such a strange and cluttered atmosphere here. They say that this is a town of 800-900 people but with the Alaska Highway running through it as it's main street and three or four surrounding native villages - it can sometimes seem like more. I have fou [View Full Entry]

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I had it all... even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections - proof that they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working, indigenous peoples of ... wherever... You buy furniture - You tell yourself that this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa - then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug... Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to [View Full Entry]

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There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest. -- excerpt from The Men That Don't Fit In (Robert Service - Yukon Poet: 1874-1958) Vancouver Island, British Columbia : Rolling off the couch with having onl [View Full Entry]

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6 days of travel, 5 countries, 4 times zones, 3 days without shower, 2 flights and 1 exhausted and conflicting moment of confusion and relief with the realization that I am once again on Canadian soil. It is the strangest sensation to awake with the first thought being, "Huh? Where am I?" - and for a split second truly not knowing... It has happened a time or two over the past few weeks. "What do you mean $109 for a hotel room for one night?! ... That's damn near a month and a half accomodation in Bolivia!" I nearly had a [View Full Entry]

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... 1) - Buy shares in the company that produces Imodium. 2) - If you divide the number of times you have smashed your head into a doorframe made for latinos by the number of times you have remembered to duck you can figure out the sum of how many brain cells have been lost in the process (sooo... roughly 1300/3) 3) - You can pretty much get a lesser reaction from an Argentine by telling him you slept with both his mother and sister the night before and then proceeded to urinate on his church than if you were to [View Full Entry]

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Farewell Salta!!! I hope this old train breaks down then I could take a walk around See what there is to see, time is just a melody With all the people in the street walking fast as their feet Can take them, I just roll through town And though my window’s got a view, well the frame I’m looking through Seems to have no concern for now Well this engine screams out loud, centipede going to crawl westbound So I don’t even make a sound cause it’s going to sting me when I leave this town And all the people in [View Full Entry]

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Dear Leon, It seems I am never on time, my friend.. He was the first person I met on those Islands and a friend etched into the fabric of those formative years. Etched into nearly every memory I have of the most inspirational year of my life. Upon first impression, Leon was the happiest, most positive person one could ever hope to meet.. Fiercely intelligent and funny, it seemed like a light followed wherever he went. It was he who helped me feel welcome and at home in my first attempt at wandering to a foreign place. He was like a [View Full Entry]

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... - It stopped me dead in my tracks... What is that song??.. I know that song. I was wandering down a side street in the rare evening drizzle - and suddenly stopped here, outside this little obscure Argentine Pub.. The music was from where I come from, and yet there is something about.. Ahh yes, that´s it! Suddenly I am thrown back five years and more than 10 000 miles and I am standing outside a little Pub in the Queen Charlotte Islands. It would be my first friday night shift and I am standing in the evening drizzle. Standing [View Full Entry]

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Okay, so I am pretty sure I have convinced Ignacio to go into business with me and let me open a bar in his hostel - What will it be called? Room 6, of course. This week a new cast of characters wandered onto the Salmanca set.. ..and then - as is always the way - wandered off this morning... Kris and Catherine! What an awesome pair of Canadians, it is shame they had to wander off so soon, back to Buenos Aires and ultimately back to Montreal next week - and yet, I have no doubt that when my wanderings [View Full Entry]

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