Vancouver in February for the Olympics, then hopefully a quick swing south to Seattle and Portland.
Favorite places I've been:
New York City, the Yukon, Florence, New Zealand, Istanbul, Bequia (Saint Vincent and the Grenadines), New Orleans, San Francisco, Nova Scotia, Venice, Britain (Cornwall, Northumberland, London, Scottish Highlands), Budapest, India
Places I want to go to:
I'm setting up house in Whitehorse, Yukon, for awhile, so for now: All over the North.
About me:
I'm a freelance writer currently serving as the Senior Editor of WorldHum.com. I gave up my apartment and quit my "day job" in Spring 2008 (I was a historical researcher specializing in Aboriginal land claims) and have been on the road and writing ever since. You can learn more about me and my writing at http://www.evaholland.com.
Sounds like a cool job! If you are ever in need of any pictures please let me know. I'm a photographer and would love to find new places to publish. Likewise if you ever want to be featured on our blog let me know - maybe we can do a guest spot! Our website is http://www.BeersandBeans.com and my photo site is http://www.NarikosNest.com. We just got back from Oaxaca where we covered the Day of the Dead and we've got a lot of great stuff that we'll be featuring soon. Good luck in Whitehorse! - Beth
I just finished reading Kazuo Ishiguro's novel, The Remains of the Day - I'd been meaning to check it out ever since I bawled my way through the movie version a few years back. It's a lovely, subtle, tragic story about an old-school British butler, still working into his later years in the 1950s, and...
Touch comes first: the stifling but still pleasant sensation of being swaddled, of skin encased day and night in layers of tight-fitted fabric. I sleep in long johns, sweatpants, and a fleece shirt; I work in long johns, jeans, a hoodie and a fleece jacket; wool socks and sheepskin slippers are my...
Fort Nelson, British Columbia Mile 300 of the Alaska Highway 58th Parallel 6:45 am
I wake up early and head out into a strange male world - all engine grease and flannel. There are truckers - and me - in the hotel breakfast room, truckers in the parking lot where I pace and scrape ice from the windshield...