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  1. My Travel ABC

    December 7, 2011 by Gail

    Franz Josef Glacier, NZ

    Franz Josef Glacier, NZ (film scan)

    I was tagged by Zhu!

    A: Age you went on your first international trip: 2 years old, when my family moved to Canada.

    B: Best (foreign) beer you’ve had and where: I used to drink really dark English ale, the darker the better. Newcastle Brown sort of dark. But then I discovered the local versions of the wheat/white beers like Hoegaarden from The Netherlands and Germany’s Hefeweisen. Belgium has witbier. I like the fruity, summer beers — more refreshing.

    Beer Bistro, Toronto

    Beer Bistro, Toronto

    C: Cuisine (favorite): It’s probably a tie between Thai and Indian, but I love sushi, too.

    D: Destinations, favorite, least favorite and why: Favourite — I am pretty fond of Switzerland, visually and gastronomically. Say what you will, the whole country is one big postcard. You could say the same for New Zealand, too, although they have more variety of climate. Least favourite — ?

    Gandria, on Lake Lugano, Switzerland

    Gandria, on Lake Lugano, Switzerland

    E: Event you experienced abroad that made you say “wow”: Everyone knows about Oktoberfest, but “Silvester” (New Year) in Germany is pretty crazy! Especially along the Reeperbahn in Hamburg, the city’s red light district. But if you’re at all spooked by large-scale fireworks, I highly recommend you do not go.

    F: Favorite mode of transportation: I love to mix my modes of transportation — too long on anything makes me restless. I never get motion sickness, which helps, so bus, train, boat, motorcycle, taxi, camel, anything goes. I’ve gone horseback riding a bunch of times, but I’m a little scared of horses.

    G: Greatest feeling while traveling: when people make an assumption about where I’m from by how I look, and I completely shock them when I open my mouth and speak. Canada is an immigrant country, and many people either forget that or simply aren’t aware. I believe I’m a good ambassador for Canada, however, and am always looking for opportunities to up-end stereotypes and racial biases.

    H: Hottest place you’ve traveled to: for both dry heat and humid heat, Australia. I prefer dry heat, though, six months in the tropical north of Queensland sapped my energy.

    I: Incredible service you’ve experienced and where: I don’t actually like service, I am a self-serve sort of person. I’ve had good service everywhere, maybe it’s because people who look like me are usually the ones serving.

    South Simcoe Railway

    South Simcoe Railway

    J: Journey that took the longest: it probably was not the longest single trip, but fourth-class rail in Thailand from the Malaysian border to Bangkok was overnight and took FOREVER. There is no guaranteed seating, and the toilet is literally a hole in the train floor. There was lots of mekong whiskey-fuelled drunken singing, chickens, and taking turns sleeping and standing because there were more people than seats most of the time. I don’t think fourth-class rail even exists anymore on Thai trains?

    K: Keepsake from your travels: I steal airline blankets, ssshhhhh… (I use them for picnics and outdoor shoots!) Pictures are my only keepsake, and even then I have big gaping holes of time with no photos at all because I didn’t own a camera. I try and find local music to bring home, too, CDs with covers I can’t read. Music is universal.

    L: Let-down sight, why and where: I remember seeing the Sydney Opera House for the first time. It was smaller than I’d expected (see how postcards can be so distorted?), and the sails didn’t look white to me. It’s the most photographed thing in the harbour, but I lost interest right away.

    M: Moment where you fell in love with travel: I can’t remember a time when I chose to stay at home when I had the means (and even times when I didn’t), so I would say always.

    Swiss Guard at the Vatican

    Swiss Guard at the Vatican

    N: Nicest hotel you’ve stayed in: hard to say, but the best hotel BED I’ve ever experienced was a weekend at the Grand Hyatt New York, at Grand Central Station. It was like sleeping on a cloud. I wanted to take that bed home with me!

    O: Obsession—what are you obsessed with taking pictures of while traveling?: Food, street scenes (when I’m feeling brave), children and the elderly.

    P: Passport stamps, how many and from where?: I’m nearly at the end of my fourth passport (since 18), and I don’t know if I can count them all. Some countries I’ve been to five times (Germany), four times (Netherlands), lots of transit-type trips, and one trip in 2003 involved 8 different airports around Europe.

    Q: Quirkiest attraction you’ve visited and where: I was travelling with this English bloke north through Australia, and he managed to convince me to detour with him to find The Pub With No Beer. It was literally in the middle of nowhere (like many things in Australia are), and it took ages to get there. I probably shouldn’t tell you this but The Pub With No Beer is a lie: they have beer.

    S: Splurge; something you have no problem forking over money for while traveling: the most amount of money I’ve spent at any one time on goods was in 2007 when I had two leather jackets custom made in Fez, Morocco.

    T: Touristy thing you’ve done: dress up in traditional clothing and pose for a cheesy photo, in Volendam:

    a German, a Canadian, a Dutchie, and an Englishwoman walk into a bar...

    (Volendam) a German, a Canadian, a Dutchie, and an Englishwoman walk into a bar...

    U: Unforgettable travel memory: some near-death experiences involving the ocean (before I taught myself how to tread water), river surfing on the Kawarau River in Queenstown, NZ, on a ferry boat racing to Mersing (Malaysia) because there was a man on board bleeding to death who needed to get to the hospital, the shared taxi racing to Malaka for Chinese New Year (we all thought we would perish), and other adrenaline-fuelled events like bungy jumping over the rainforest in Australia. I have a pretty good memory for moments where I felt like I was in danger!

    V: Visas, how many and for where?: with a Canadian passport there aren’t many places that require visas, but my old passports have visas from Thailand, Australia, and other places. The most colourful one is from Thailand.

    W: Wine, best glass of wine while traveling and where?: I don’t drink wine anymore, but I still love sangria, especially homemade with Santa Rita merlot (from Chile).

    X: eXcellent view and from where?: the views from my former office on the Sunshine Coast are pretty spectacular. Actually, much of British Columbia is pretty amazing.

    Lower Joffre Lake

    Lower Joffre Lake, BC (film scan)

    Y: Years spent traveling?: After moving to Canada, I travelled with my parents to the Philippines once but mostly regular trips to the USA. I’ve been travelling solo since I was 18. I’ve only travelled with a companion internationally on three occasions in 21+ years (Stuart, Cetin, and Tyrone).

    Z: Zealous sports fans and where?: If you’re at all familiar with the sectarianism in Glasgow (Celtics vs. Rangers football clubs), it’s only a little less intense in Edinburgh, where I sat in the Protestant section wearing the “wrong” colour, i.e., something that had a bit of green on it. (Protestant colours are mostly blue and also orange.) They asked me to take off my shirt but I turned it inside-out instead.

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  2. I <3 Reunions

    November 15, 2011 by Gail

    us in London, 1999

    us in London, 1999 (what a terrible scan!)

    In a few hours I’m getting on a plane, but this isn’t going to be a couchsurfing trip, or anything like my birthday trips where I meet tons of new people, sightsee, and zoom around on trains, planes, and automobiles from one city to another. I don’t even care what the weather will be like, or what we’ll eat. I’m going to visit my best friend of nearly 19 years, in England, hang out with her family, and it’s going to be a homecoming of sorts.

    I was thinking all day today of our long, storied history filled with adventures, highs and lows and everything in-between. It’s enough to fill a book or two, and we’re not yet 40. We met in Edinburgh shortly after I arrived in London from Bangkok in February 1993. I was 20 and Lucy had just turned 18. I was looking all over my Flickr albums for photos of us back then, in those days when we wore mini-skirts and smoked cigarettes and watched way too much Beavis and Butthead on MTV Europe, but I have none scanned… they’re all still on film, and maybe that’s a good thing!

    Lucy knows me better than anyone. She is the only person to have attended both of my weddings in Scotland (1993) and the USA (2005). I was in England for her wedding in 2004, drinking with the groom’s Belfast crew and videotaping them pranking the Best Man, who was fast asleep in his chair.

    Amsterdam balcony

    Amsterdam balcony

    Lucy’s put up with all kinds of wackiness from me over the years, like the time we met up in Amsterdam in 1999 (above), after we’d been out all night and I decided to go roaming the streets in search of food at 4am and returning at dawn while she was sleeping. Or the time we met up in London a few months later when, after a full evening of dinner and wine, I decided to go to the hotel lobby for cigarettes and a friend of one of the hotel staff offered to take me to the petrol station to buy some… he then took me on an impromptu tour of the entire city for the next six or seven hours, showing me each of the nine (?) bridges that cross the Thames and I arrived back at the hotel at dawn, when Lucy woke up. I don’t think much surprises her anymore when it comes to me and my randomosity.

    Over the years, our other reunion spots have included Brighton, Bergamo (Italy), Vancouver (we also did a side trip to Las Vegas), Glasgow, and Pennsylvania, with lots of reunions in London.

    I moved back to Canada in 1995 after two years in the UK and we’ve had reunions in 1997, 1998, 1999, then a gap until 2002, where there was a reunion followed by an Almost Reunion. I was in Switzerland in 2002 and Lucy had a ticket to meet me in Geneva (we’d met up in London the week before), but she lost her passport the night before the flight. I had rented a car to tour around Switzerland and drove all the way from where I was staying with a friend in Neuchatel to pick up Lucy and my German friend Berit at Geneva Airport. Instead, Lucy couldn’t fly and I had to drive up to Zurich, where Berit decided to meet me at the last minute by train from her company function in Munich instead of flying to Geneva. What a malarkey!

    2003 was Italy, 2004 was Lucy’s wedding in England, 2005 was my wedding in Pennsylvania, and 2006 was a really heartbreaking reunion in England, after David’s passing. The purpose of that trip was to help Berit put together her son’s memorial at Hamburg Airport. It was a tough trip. November 2007 was our last reunion, also in London, when I was enroute to Morocco.

    It’s now four years later and this is the longest I’ve ever gone without a reunion with Lucy since we first met in 1993, when we were inseparable. Since then I’ve started a photography business that keeps me very busy and she’s had two babies I have yet to meet, so this trip will be happily filled with playtime and catching up on each other’s life. And in the meantime this blog will be inundated with baby and toddler faces…  it’ll also be my first time-out from work since September 5 and I can’t wait!

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  3. It’s A Bit Early For Snowmen, Isn’t It?

    November 7, 2011 by Gail

    snowman? looks more like a penguin to me

    snowman? looks more like a penguin to me

    snowman rear

    snowman derriere

    I had to rescue my weekend from the jaws of work yesterday; Saturday was completely consumed by editing. I had hoped to make it to a couple of house parties on Saturday afternoon and evening, but alas, I was still editing at 10pm and running out of steam. I finally finished the job around 4am. It was such a relief to wake up a few hours later for brunch and know I could now move on to editing something else! (And now you know why I posted those graphs yesterday.)

    After brunch I had to run a few errands around town and the last stop was the Distillery District to pick up prints from the lab. While I was there, I scouted the Thompson Landry Gallery Cooperage, where I’ll be shooting a wedding in the spring. It struck me as absurd that I’ve been to the Distillery District countless times and that was my only first time to visit the gallery.

    Distillery District

    Distillery District

    Thompson Landry Gallery

    Thompson Landry Gallery

    Inside the Cooperage is A Taste of Quebec, which is exactly what it sounds like: a huge, huge temptation to buy and eat everything in sight. If you’ve been to Quebec, you’ll know what I’m talking about — they take food seriously in la belle province and when I’m there I’m always thinking about what I’ll eat next, even while I’m eating. I had a tough time leaving the cooperage without buying anything. I got as far as picking up jars and it took major willpower to put them back down again and step away from the cheese fridge and samples of sugar pie.

    About the top photo: the quality is even worse than the other mobile phone pictures because it’s the front-facing camera on the Android, which has a lower pixel count than the rear camera. I was taking my photo to send to Tourism Toronto so they’ll donate money to the Starlight Children’s Foundation of Canada. I checked to see if my pic was posted, but the one with the pooch is hard to beat for photo of the week :) If you’re in the Distillery District, go look for the snow creature by the giant spider-like thing… for lack of better directions.

    charity snowman

    charity snowman

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  4. Autumn Gold And My Movember Moustache

    November 5, 2011 by Gail

    my tasty moustache

    my tasty moustache

    I’m in Heavy-Duty Editing Mode but had to duck out at 2pm to give my eyes a break from the computer screen. My neighbourhood (Roncesvalles Village) is a lovely place to escape to on the weekends, especially a sunny autumn afternoon. I had a bite at my local diner and fetched an espresso to go at my local coffee bar, who’s participating in Movember and making moustache-shaped cookies to raise money for it. I had to get one — cookies are my dessert weakness — and it sure didn’t last long. But it was very tasty!

    autumn gold

    autumn gold in my neighbourhood

    These next two photos are from yesterday. I’m excited for this weekend — I got to see one friend from Vancouver last night, I see more friends tonight at a games night, then more friends at a late-night housewarming, then another Vancouver friend in town tomorrow, then interviewing a photo assistant tomorrow evening. It makes working the rest of the weekend much more palatable.

    Front Street sunset

    Front Street sunset

    from Blue Jays Way

    from Blue Jays Way

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  5. More Moo Cards

    October 25, 2011 by Gail

    hat not included (I got it in Portugal)

    hat not included (I got it in Portugal)

    My new Moo cards arrived yesterday. Yes, I already have fancy Moo business cards, but I do like the QR code and I got these for free after setting up a profile at about.me — I only paid for shipping because I left the Moo branding intact. But people always ask where I got the cards, anyway, so I don’t mind. Also, as you can see, the branding is small. I plan to use these cards for casual purposes, since I meet new people all the time and they’re reluctant to deplete my stock of business cards. These cards have all the same information, but the QR code leads to my about.me profile and is more personal than professional.

    The photo is from one of my Old Rhinebeck Aerodrome biplane rides over the Hudson River in upstate New York:

    flying over the Hudson River in a 1925 New Standard biplane

    flying over the Hudson River in a 1925 New Standard biplane

    In other news, if you saw a pink hunchback walking in a westerly direction from downtown in the rain this evening, that was me.

    hunchback in pink plastic

    hunchback in pink plastic

    “Pink?” you say? Yes, I decided to be more prepared than last week when I walked home wearing my rain jacket, which couldn’t cover both me AND my backpack so I was half-drenched. Today I was sporting one of these pink Breast Cancer Foundation tent-like things (I’m only tolerating the colour because it’s for charity!), which turned me into an oddly-shaped pink plastic blob with feet, but at least I had complete coverage, backpack and all, and drivers noticed me at the intersections!

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  6. Tête-à-tête With A Goat

    October 24, 2011 by Gail

    stuck?

    stuck?

    From our trip to the farm yesterday for Michelle and Robert’s engagement shoot…

    Michelle sent a pic she shot of me shooting this goat.

    too young for horns, thankfully!

    too young for horns, thankfully!

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  7. Me And A Boston Terrier

    September 8, 2011 by Gail

    photo by Q

    photo by Q

    photo by Q

    photo by Q

    I can’t call myself a dog wrangler, but I have to say, I’ve really been getting into the dog photos lately. To wit:

    Kinga + Dustin + Eddie
    Nicola + Krys + Kismet
    Natalia + Jan + Buddy
    Virginia + Brent + Cody

    My photos of the Boston Terrier, posted previously on August 25.

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  8. Catching Up On 8+ Years

    September 7, 2011 by Gail

    Antony Antony

    Antony at Brookfield Place (#photographerfail)

    On Friday I happened to read a post in the Toronto Couchsurfing forum from a name that rang a bell — a really loud bell. So I wrote the poster the following message:

    Hi Antony,

    I saw your message posted in the Toronto CS group, and recognized your name — I’m pretty sure I stayed with you in Amsterdam in late April 2003. It wasn’t through CS, it was through another website that doesn’t exist anymore. I was living in Vancouver at the time, and I was travelling with a boyfriend from Calgary named Tyrone.

    Does any of that ring a bell?

    Gail

    Looks like my memory hasn’t failed me yet: it WAS Antony, and he suggested we meet before his return to Amsterdam. Fast forward to Tuesday night, my first opportunity to meet up with him after returning from Chicago. I introduced him to Brookfield Place and Marché. (Unfortunately, I didn’t zoom in on my phone-camera shot to see that his eyes were closed in the picture — sorry about that!)

    What a catchup… I think we were there for four hours before I had to head home. If you know what my life’s been like since 2003, you would understand why I asked Antony to tell me his side first instead of launching into my condensed version of life events since that year — we’d be at Brookfield Place all night and I’d never get to hear his story.

    Antony also remembered Tyrone, and I gave him the sad news that Tyrone had died in 2007. I explained what I knew about the motorcycle accident in Montana that claimed him, that I’d spoken to Tyrone’s parents as soon as I found out in 2009, and it was the segue into discussions about the future and how we live our lives differently today compared with when we last met.

    I still find it quite mind-boggling to imagine that it’s been only eight years and not longer, because it sure feels like longer. Life for Antony is more similar to 2003 than mine is — I’ve moved a bunch of times cross-border between several cities while he remains in Amsterdam — but we’ve both had similar shifts in thinking and approach to travel and life in general over time. It will be interesting to meet up again in the nearer future (less than eight years, anyway) and see where life has taken us by then.

    me at Marche

    me at Marché

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  9. Portugal, Day 9: Birthday! Beach! Bacalhau!

    June 19, 2011 by Gail

    Praia da Barra de Aveiro

    Praia da Barra de Aveiro

    I’m 39! I had a wonderful day, and these are just a few pieces of it in pictures.

    Bacalhau à Lagareiro

    Bacalhau à Lagareiro

    carapau

    carapau

    Portuguese blues guitarist Frankie Chavez

    Portuguese blues guitarist Frankie Chavez

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  10. Postcards From The Edge

    April 11, 2011 by Gail

    Reference: Postcards From The Edge

    I’ve had this iMac for almost a year and half and I’ve barely used the trippy Photobooth. So when Eric‘s postcard arrived today from Vietnam (he’s now in Thailand), I decided to do a cheesy Facebook-like thumb and ended up with this.

    The postcard is hardly from the edge, but it’s travelled pretty far:

    Then I decided to do what Photobooth is better at than regular webcam pictures: effects. I like Light Tunnel.

    I think I need more sleep.

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