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White Man Walking: Still lovin' Hong Kong

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One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things." Henry Miller. Friday, May 24, 2013. Still lovin' Hong Kong. For more than 100 years, the Star Ferries have crossed Victoria Harbour. The guy on this boat was scooping up trash from the harbour. 8220;Good suit for you.high quality, hundred and fifty dollars. We make nice shirts too.”. 8220;You know you’re looking for something,” he said before giving up on me and returning to the street corner chasing sales. Wooden decks and wood varnish...

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White Man Walking: June 2013

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One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things." Henry Miller. Sunday, June 2, 2013. Royal Brunei: not the kind of experience I expected. I replayed my story about needing to transfer to terminal 1 for a flight to London. She began filling out some paperwork. 8220;Where is your boarding pass for your flight to Qatar? 8221; she asked. I told her it was in my suitcase, unsure why it was needed, considering I took that flight earlier in the day. 8220;A transfer bus will now take you to t...

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White Man Walking: May 2014

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One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things." Henry Miller. Monday, May 12, 2014. My destination that first evening was Vik, a small village about 200 km southeast of the airport. But what should have been a two hour drive turned into four hours, as I kept stopping along the way to marvel at the scenery. Iceland is like that beautiful woman you see that doesn’t wear makeup. Brimming with confidence, the country invites you to enjoy its natural beauty. 65279; During my travels throu...

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White Man Walking: Tranquil Kyoto

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One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things." Henry Miller. Monday, May 20, 2013. The city was peacefully quiet. There were few cars on the road. It was as if this city of 1.5 million was still asleep (indeed, most probably were). Along the river, a handful of people jogged passed me, while on the other side a group of school children clad in white shirts and purple shorts. The morning sun made quick work of clearing up the cloud that drifted in overnight. I came upon a Shinto temp...

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White Man Walking: July 2011

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One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things." Henry Miller. Sunday, July 24, 2011. Why do we project biases onto our children? Do you ever wonder why adults and society in general project certain biases onto children? No, he’d much rather spend his days in the library reading books. In fact, he often likes reading about the Disney princess’ and we don’t discourage it. Yet, I’m sure many a parent would dissuade their young sons from reading “gir...There was a time a few years ago wh...

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White Man Walking: May 2013

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One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things." Henry Miller. Wednesday, May 29, 2013. Will I miss this flight: Part 1. I often have dreams that I miss a flight. It usually involves me running toward the airport. 8220;I’ll get one of arrival,” I said. Then the airline’s station manager arrived, and with me still on the Internet, he started making calls on my behalf. By now, an hour had passed and the flight was scheduled to leave in an hour. It was like staring at an ho...I walked in...

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White Man Walking: April 2012

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One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things." Henry Miller. Thursday, April 12, 2012. Are Americans (and Canadians) eating themselves to death. Are Americans eating themselves to death? Think that movie theatres, convenience stores, and fast food restaurants are doing you a favour by offering so called value buckets of popcorn and soft drinks. Think again! The cost of obesity, including increased incidence of heart disease and diabetes, and the added costs of accommodating the obes...

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White Man Walking: June 2011

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One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things." Henry Miller. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. I know my place. 8220;Daddy’s going to be in a bike race,” my wife said to our six-year old son, Jack, the other day. While it was indeed a race—six times around a 10.5 km course—I use the term “race” loosely, because I had no pretence that I was really racing myself. 8220;Do you think he’ll win,” Jack replied to his mother. 8220;I don’t think so,” she said. 8220;But why not? On my way up the cour...

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White Man Walking: November 2011

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One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things." Henry Miller. Tuesday, November 15, 2011. Authentic Boracay.part 2. Making necklaces with Puka shells. Further along, I noticed a woman, probably in her 50s, collecting shells. I stopped and asked what kind she was looking for. 8220;Puka shells,” she said, reaching into her bag and showing me a small, delicate white shell with some modest colouring on it. In the centre was a hole in which they feed string to make jewellery. I spotted a ...

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White Man Walking: Madness in Dhaka

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One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things." Henry Miller. Wednesday, May 7, 2014. It was close to one o’clock in the afternoon when I arrived at my hotel in central Dhaka. I felt like collapsing onto the small bed, and recover from the 27 hours of travel, but I knew that to do so would be folly. Needing to stay awake and shake off the jetlag, I washed up and hit the streets. Stepping outside the hotel, a rickshaw driver approached me. “Where you go? I take you.”. 8220;You no worr...