(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 [...]
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…
The test (part 1)
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…
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…
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…
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…
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 …
TRIP OF TRUST: An introduction
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…







