Some never stray from the pack, ditch the tour, break the rules, and it saddens me. When crap hits the fan, travel is best. The unpredictable, the unexpected, that’s the magic of travel. [...]

It’s midnight in Porto and I’ve just finished watching Midnight In Paris, in which “screenwriter” Owen Wilson finds himself in Paris with his fiancée and somehow time-travels back to 1920s Paris [...]

I’m on the edge of the sketchy part of town, where tourists and the low-income folks intersect, reminding me of Gastown back home in Vancouver. A short bossy man with thick-framed glasses and a [...]

2015 will always be the Christmas that I was fed by Muslims in Catholic Portugal. That’s one of those weird travel experiences you can’t foresee. I walked over three kilometres last night [...]

It's the morning of Christmas Eve here in Porto and the sun shines after a dreary, bone-soaking day of rain yesterday. I'm not sure yet what my Christmas holds. I do know I have a lot to figure [...]

It’s my last day in Lisbon and the prospect of packing for Porto begins tonight. For some reason I’ve woken today with a weather migraine and healthy dose of regret. I feel like I somehow [...]

It’s the third morning of my Portugal leg of my adventure. Up the hill, someone is burning waste from land-clearing arundo donax, an invasive reed that’s a cross between corn and bamboo, which [...]