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The final stretch.

(See Trip of trust for blog introduction) fter getting dropped off in downtown Fredericton, thinking the bus station would be downtown (as it is in most cities), I asked the first person I saw if she knew where the bus station was located. A local woman told me about the controversial decision to move the [...]

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IRVING OR CHRIST: Religion by the roadside

Rides came easily today. My first came from a Subaru Outback driven by a younger guy named Duncan. Like many Outback drivers…

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The test (part 1)

Rain - on the road in Nova Scotia

I left Fredericton early this Monday morning, intent on traveling the 600 kilometres to Cape Breton by nightfall. It’d been an average daily distance on this trip, though I hadn’t taken the low traffic…

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New lessons from the old school

New lessons from the old school

I left Maelle’s Montréal apartment with a bounce in my step, thanks to our post-breakfast dance session. A fitting end to a fun time in Montréal. Though hopeful I’d easily make it out of the second…

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Vampires, soldiers and security guards

Mauricio and I parted ways in Sudbury. He was continuing on to Toronto and I’d made the decision to go further east. The first bits of snow on this trip were falling from the sky as I said my goodbye…

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The privilege of trust

The privilege of trust

I had a lot of fun sharing stories from the road with my friend Jaco, an enthusiastic thumber and train hopper. He gave me word of another friend from Salt Spring, Anton, who just left Jaco’s house…

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Goodbye city, hello country

Goodbye city, hello country

I spent three days in Van connecting with friends I haven’t seen for awhile. On Friday, while waiting on the street outside of the Just Dance ecstatic dance event (they’d started the meditation and I …

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TRIP OF TRUST: An introduction

Two hands - trip of trust

Trust is the foundation on which life is built. Growing up as a typical suburban kid in Toronto, I learned all too well not to trust. My grade six teacher called us “key kids”—those of us who came…

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HOLY: A prose poem by Max Reif

HOLY: Prose poem by Max Reif

The word Holy had lost its way. It was speaking on a soapbox in the park. People passed by, oblivious. A few stopped to gawk or jeer. Only one little boy stood listening, enrapt…

MY DENNY’S “AMERICANA” ADVENTURE: Two essays by Max Reif

My Denny's Americana Adventure - two essays by Max Reif

Americans know Denny’s, the chain of so-so diners that in many areas are the only places to go after a night of carousing or, conversely, upon very early rising, as the only places open all night…

GHEE: A healthier alternative to butter (with ghee recipe)

To Ghee or not to ghee: Clarified butter - a healthier alternative

To some it’s known as clarified butter, to others the golden elixir of healing—ghee is a staple ingredient in Indian cooking and Ayurvedic healing known for its versatility, great taste, and many…

BANGALORE: One foot dangling in the future, one hoof rooted in the past

BANGALORE: One foot dangling in the future, one hoof rooted in the past - image roadsigns

Sadar Patrappa Road is commonly abbreviated to S.P. Road, nice and short for those wanting to save some time saying the extra syllables. This is Bangalore after all—the hub of India’s fast-paced…