Tag Archives: Strange encounters

The Sword Swallower’s Assistant

Occasionally I’m compelled to write about strange encounters, many of which occurred before I started blogging. This is one of those stories.  The unofficial rule of attending comedy shows is that you don’t sit in the front row unless you want to become part of the show. This also applies to other shows where the performer is […]

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Strange Encounters: Leon Dormido

Weird things happen when you travel. I like to think that it’s the universe’s way of telling you that you’re doing something right. That this is my path, that I’m following my intuition. If that’s a little too new-agey for you, I understand. Just chalk it up to coincidence. During our Galapagos trip, Jared and […]

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Strange Encounters: Yeongwol

When you open the front door of our apartment, it creates a loud sucking sound as the air rushes in from the open windows in the bedroom. The noise can catch you off guard when you’re not expecting it. And at 10:30 pm on a Tuesday night, I definitely wasn’t expecting it. Jared and I […]

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Strange Encounters: Christchurch

Whenever I move to a new city, one of the first things I do is scope out the local green space. I’m a big fan of parks because of their versatility. Run in them, read, take photographs, have picnics, whatever – it’s always nice to know there’s one nearby. In Christchurch, New Zealand, my park […]

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Galway harbour

Strange Encounters: Galway

I booked my very first hostel over the phone. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, because I wasn’t entirely clear on the concept of a hostel. I barely knew what a visa was. When the woman at the Kinlay House Hostel in Dublin answered in an Irish accent, I nearly fainted with excitement. A […]

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Strange Encounters: London

Traveling alone was one of the best things I ever did – I met lots of people, made decisions independently, and learned how to stand on my own two feet. It also meant that I commonly wandered the streets of European cities by myself, soaking it all in. This is what I was doing one […]

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